Ses I, "No, Kernel, I ain"t afraid a mite, but," ses I, "I"m in what old Deacon Doolittle calls a quandary." Ses he, "What"s your quandary?"
"Wal," ses I, "I was thinkin what I would do ef the rebils should take Washington." The Kernel didn"t say nothin for about a minute. He looked very serious, and finally, ses he, "Majer, we"re in a tight place, an there is no use denyin it, but it don"t do any good to get into a fit of hysterices about it." "Yes," ses I, "Kernel, but it makes me feel solem to see this grate Old Ship of State knockin around, an, may be, jest reddy to sink." "Wal, Majer," ses the Kernel, "that remark reminds me of a story. A good many years ago, an old feller, a free an easy chap, owned a steamboat on the Missippi river, an he was a grate fiddler. He had nothing to do, an ginnerally went up an down the river on the boat, spending his time in fiddlin, an tellin stories. One day the boat struck a snag, an was fast fillin with water. The old feller was in the cabin sawin away on his fiddle when the boat struck, but he paid no attenshin to it, but kept rite on fiddlin. Finally, one of the pa.s.sengers came in an told him that the captain warn"t tryin to save the boat as he ought, and that she would be lost in ten minutes. "Wal,"
ses the old feller, "she"s been a _loosin_ concarn for five years," and he kept on fiddlin. Pretty soon another pa.s.senger rushed in, and screamed out "She"s settlin very fast." Ses he, "I wish she"d _settle_ with me before she goes down," an still he kept on fiddlin. The next that was seen of him he was swimmin ash.o.r.e, with his fiddle under his arm an the bow in his mouth. Now, Majer, if they take Washington, and the ship sinks, _we"ll swim ash.o.r.e_!"
"Yes," ses I, "Kernel, and I suppose you will take the n.i.g.g.e.r with you, jest as that old feller did the fiddle, for the n.i.g.g.e.r has been the fiddle your party has played on!"
The Kernel didn"t seem to like this application of his story, but he didn"t say a word. I felt very solemn, for I couldn"t help feelin eenamost like crying when I thought how this grate nashin might all be shipwrecked afore he knew it, by a set of fellers who have been so taken up with the n.i.g.g.e.r as to let the country go to destruction.
I went to bed that nite with a heavy hart, an had a terribul attack of bilyusness, which I had to take nigh onto a gallon of elder-bark tea to cure. Sence then I"ve been better, an if G.o.d spares my life I"ll keep you posted about our nashinal affairs as long as there is a nashin.
Your frend,
MAJER JACK DOWNING.
LETTER XVII.
_A Cabinet Meeting--The President Calls for the Opinion of Each Member--Speeches of Seward, Chase, Stanton, Blair, Welles, Smith and Bates--The Major Called on for an Opinion--The Peperage Log Story--The Majer oposes an Armistice--No Conclusion Arrived at._
WASHINGTON, Sept. 13th, 1862.
_To the Editers of The Cawcashin:_
SURS:--Sech a time as we"ve had here sence I writ you last, you never heered tell on. One time we all thought that the Secesh would take us, bag and baggage; but we feel easier now, an everybody is hopin that the crysis is past. Rite in the midst of the tribbelation, Linkin called a meetin of the Cabynet to consult on the tryin state of affairs, an he insisted that I must meet with "em, as it was no time to stand on precidents an _ceterys_, an beside, he sed he wanted the help of every ounce of loyal brains in the country. Ses he, "Majer, I kin depend on you, for though you sometimes give me a hard hit, yet you"ve allers got the good of your country at hart." Ses I, "Kernel, I"m much obleeged to you for your good opinion, an I kin a.s.sure you that every word of it is true. Ef there"s a man on this arth that has a truer love for his country than I have, I would like to see him;" an ses I, "Kernel, I"ll tell you why my country seems so dear to me. I"m an old man now, nigh on eighty years old; I recollect when Jefferson beat that old Federal, John Adams, in 1800. I warn"t old enough then to vote for him, though I wanted to; but wen he run the second time I voted for him, an done all I could for his election. Wal, I"ve been a Dimmecrat from that day rite down to the old Ginneral"s time, an I"m a Dimmecrat yit; but I love my country above all parties. An one reason why my country is so dear to me is, because I haven"t got enything else to love now. Nigh about all my relashins are dead an gone, an there ain"t enything on arth left me to love but my country; an wen I see it distracted, divided an bleedin, it makes me cry; an," ses I, "Kernel, I can"t help it."
"Wal," ses the Kernel, "Majer, it"s oncommon hard for old men like you, I know; but you jest meet with the Cabynet this mornin, an let us see ef some new plan can"t be adopted to get out of this sc.r.a.pe."
So wen the time c.u.m, I took my hickery, an went in. Purty soon the different members c.u.m droppin in, one by one, an all seemed highly tickled to see me except Seward, who has never forgiven me for exposin his decepshin on Linkin wen he altered my "Const.i.tushinal Teliskope."
After they all got seated, ses Linkin, ses he, "Gentlemen, there"s no use eny longer of doin like the ostrich does--stick our heads in a sandbank an say that we "don"t see it," for we"re whipped an driven back--in a word, we have failed. Now, the rale question is, Why have we failed? What is the cause of it? Jest as soon as we kin find out the reason of our failure, we shall know what to do to remedy it. Now," ses the Kernel, "I want every one of you to give me your frank, blunt opinion as to the reason. First, I will call on Mr. Seward."
Seward got up, lookin as pale as a sheet, an ses he, "Wal, it ain"t my fault. I"ve paid no attenshin to the war, but have had my hands full in keepin furrin nashins from interferin, an I"ve succeeded; but ef I should give my opinion of the cause of the failure of our efforts to restore the Union, I would say it was owin entirely to the ultra-Republicans, who wanted to kill slavery before they scotched it.
This let the cat out of our bag before the rite time. It aroused an united the South an divided the North. They saw what we were after. Ef my policy had been followed of pacifyin the South an of talkin "Union"
to the North, we would have scotched the snake of slavery, an then we could have killed it at our leisure."
Then Linkin called Chase. He commenced by saying that he did not agree with Mr. Seward as to the cause of our failure. He sed it was jest this dilly-dally policy that had ruined us. Congress had done its duty, but the President had not yet dared to make the rebils feel the power of Congress. He sed he had kept the army supplied with "greenbacks," an that was all he had to do. He had done his duty, but he didn"t beleeve we would ever succeed until we fit for liberty an the overthrow of slavery. We should allers fail to restore the Union until we did it.
Then Stantin spoke. He sed "he thought one grate cause of our failure was because he had not kept on issooing his proclamashins, as he did at first. He sed he thought his proclamashin about "the sperit of the Lord" enabled our soldiers to take Nashville. Then," ses he, "Ginneral McClellan is too slow. He might have been made for a ralerode engineer, where there was no hurry about buildin the road, but he was never cut out for a Ginneral. He was a failure, and hence it wos a failure all round."
Then Blair spoke up. "Wal," ses he, "ef there"s a man done his dooty, it"s me. I"ve stopped every paper in the mails that wouldn"t endorse the policy of the Administrashin; hence the people have only seen arguments on one side. Ef we"ve failed, therefore, it can"t be because the people"s readin hasn"t been well looked after. I haven"t allowed their minds to be pisened by eny "copper-head" Dimmocratic doctrines.
Nothin but anti-slavery sentiments kin get through the mails now. Ef we"ve failed, I think it must be because Seward and Stantin have not been more strict in arrestin men who talked----"
Here Seward an Stantin both jumped up an declared that Blair was very onjust, an sed they had arrested every man they could get anything agin, an a good menny that they couldn"t get anything agin.
Wal, Blair sed, "enyhow, the failure was not his fault. Ef they didn"t beleeve him, let them ask his father, who knew more about politics than eny other man in the country!"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Seward an" Stantin both jumped up an" declared that Blair was very onjust."--page 154.]
Then old Welles got up, looking very sleepy. He sed "the failure could not be charged agin the Navy. It was the most wide-awake inst.i.tushin of the age. It had achieved _all_ the victories." [Here Stantin jumped up agin, but Welles wouldn"t yield the floor.] "The army couldn"t do anything without his gunboats. Every time the rebils got at them, they had had to retrete to _his_ gunboats. In his opinion the army had failed, because it could not carry his gunboats with it. He sed he had been try in to invent a plan to furnish each regiment with a gunboat for land service. Ef he could do that, he thought Richmond might be taken early next spring! The only thing in all the war that had not been a failure were his gunboats!"
Then Mr. Smith, an old man from out West, got up. He sed "he belonged to the interior, and didn"t know much about what was goin on. He had heered say there was a war in progress, and that there had been some pretty tall fightin, but he didn"t know whether it had been a success or a failure. Ef we had failed, he thought it must be because we had not been successful, an ef we had succeeded, he thought it must be because we hadn"t failed!"
Mr. Bates sed "he agreed with Mr. Smith, except in one pint. He had heerd, within a day or two, for the first time, that we had failed.
Upon lookin over Blackstun to see ef there was eny case like it, he had been much disappinted in not findin eny. He thought we must have failed because we had not follered Blackstun."
After he got thru, Linkin called upon me. I jest hauled up my old hickery and laid it on the tabil, an then puttin my elbows on the tabil to rest myself, I began. Ses I, "Kernel, I feel kinder scary to giv my opinion rite here, after sech a display of larnin an eloquince; but,"
ses I, "as I understand the questshin, it is this: We"ve been fightin to restore the Union, an we"ve failed. Now, what is the cause of the failure?" Ses I, "Is that it, Kernel?" Ses he, "Yes, Majer; that"s it, exactly." "Wal," ses I, "I allers want to get on the track afore I start, an then I kin tell purty nigh where I will fetch up. Now," ses I, "Kernel, I want to ask you a questshin: _Did you ever try to split a peperage log!_" "No," ses he, "Majer, I never did. n.o.body would be sech a consarned fool as to try an split a peperage log." "Wal," ses I, "Kernel, suppose some feller should c.u.m to you an tell you that he had been a year an a half tryin to split a peperage log, an couldn"t do it, that he had failed, an wanted you to tell him what to do, what would you say to him?"--"Say to him!--why, I should tell him he might jest as well whistle at the log as to try to split it--that it warn"t in the natur of sech knotty, nerly, cross-grained timber to split; in other words, that he was tryin to do an onpossibul thing." "Now," ses I, "Kernel, that"s jest my idee about tryin to save this Union by fightin!
You"re tryin to do an onpossibul thing. After a year an a half of fightin, you all acknowledge that you have failed, an all the Cabynet is wonderin why you have failed. Now, it ain"t no wonder to me. You have failed jest because, in the very natur of things, what you are tryin to do can"t be done in that way. You"re takin the rong way to do it."
Wen I sed this, you never did see sech a flutter. Stantin turned very red in the face, and sed "that I orter be sent to Fort Lafayette." I telled him that I wasn"t afeered of all the Forts this side of Purgotary, and that I should speak my mind till my dyin day, let what would happen. That cooled him down. Then I told the Cabynet that the only way to get out of this sc.r.a.pe was to have an armistiss, stop the fightin, and go to talkin--that both sides had had enuf of bloodshed now to satisfy them, an that the only way to get at a settlement was to do that. They took a vote on it, an all voted for it except Linkin, Chase and Welles. The Kernel sed he was so committed to the Abolishin Governors of the North, that he couldn"t go for the armistiss. Chase sed, "ef it comes to that, then all the money has been spent for nothin, an I shall be cussed for the debt forever an ever." Old Welles sed that he thought we should be successful jest as soon as he got his new Patent Land Gunboats in operashin, an he was for fightin the thing out! The other members of the Cabynet sed they thought they could back out without much trubbel. Seward sed he never see a hole so small that he couldn"t, on a pinch, get through, especially with Weed to help him.
He thought he should turn Dimmocrat! Stantin sed he intended to jine the church, and turn Methodist precher. Blair sed he didn"t know what he should do till he consulted his father! He knew the old man could help him out. Smith an Bates sed they should return to the buzzum of their families, an, if necessary for their safety, put on krinoline!
No conclusion, however, was c.u.m to about the armistiss. The Kernel can"t bring himself up to the idee yet. Ef the Governors were only in favor of it, he should do it at once. So I suppose, for the present, we shall keep on tryin to do an onpossibul thing--to git the Union by fightin for it. Depend upon it, tryin to split peperage logs ain"t nothin to it.
Yours till deth,
MAJOR JACK DOWNING.
LETTER XVIII.
_The Major not Ill--The President has "the Gripes"--The Witch-Hazel Medicine--Going to the bottom of a Subject--The Democrats and the War--The Emanc.i.p.ation Proclamation--A Visit to Gen. McClellan"s Army--The Soldiers Cool--Mr. Lincoln tells a Story--"Sloshing About."_
WASHINGTON, Oct. 6th, 1862.
_To the Editers of The Cawcashin:_
SURS:--I see you sed in your paper, last week, that perhaps I had the rheumatiz, and that that was the resin why I had not writ you. Now, you were dredfully mistaken, for I aint had a twinge of the rheumatics for a long time. The resin I did not write last week was jest this: Rite off, after Linkin had issooed that Abolishin Proclymashin, he was taken with a terribul fit of the gripes. There was noos received that some of the sojers were gettin onruly, and refusin to fight for the n.i.g.g.e.r, an I thought one spell that the Kernel would go crazy. He walked the floor all nite, an looked as ef he would die. Finerally it brought on the gripes, an then his condishin was terribul. I tried elder bark tea, but it didn"t do a mite of good, so I telled him there warn"t but one medicin that would cure him, an that was witch hazel sticks mixed up with mola.s.ses. So I sent fur some twigs an cut em up in about inch pieces, and put the mola.s.ses on, an stirred it all up. The Kernel looked at it very sharp, an ses he, "Majer, you aint going to give me rale fence to drink, are you? The remedy will be wus than the disease."
"Wal," ses I, "Kernel, then that will be jest like your Abolishin Proclymashin," an I kept on mixin it with a big spoon. "Now," ses I, "Kernel, the good pints of this medicin are, that as it goes thru a feller it cleans him completely out. It confiscates, eradicates, obliterates an confl.u.s.ticates everything. It"s equal to your Abolishin Proclymashin an the Confiscashin Bill rolled into one." Ses I, "Kernel, there"s only one thing about it that"s wrong. Sometimes the sticks get twisted together, or tangled up like the logs comin down the river, in Maine in the spring of the year, and it requires a purty hard jar to start "em loose. But," ses I, "there"s no danger of it"s killin anybody, and there"s no way for you to get rid of that gripin but by takin it." The Kernel looked at it purty sharp, an ses he, "Majer, I can"t stand this innard arthquake much longer, an ef you say that that rale fence will cure me, I"ll swallow it ef it takes the har off my hed." So I jest told him to take it, an down he put it as easy as ef it had ben geniwine Borbone. He hadn"t had it down but a little while before he began to get wus. He walked the floor an groaned as ef he was goin to die. Ses he, "Majer, this infernal stuff will kill me, sure. I believe I"ve swallowed a dose of pitchfork tines, or a half-pint of darnin needles. It reminds me of a story, Majer, but I feel too bad to tell it. It"s the very first time in my life I was ever so far gone." I see at a glance what was the matter. The sticks had got tangled together, an lodged fast, an I knew there was no time to be lost. So ses I, "Kernel, I kin cure you. You jest c.u.m here an sit down in this cheer." He c.u.m up, and wen he went to set down, I jerked the cheer rite out from under him, an down he c.u.m kerslap on the floor. I tell you it made the hull house shake; but I knowed he must get a good jar, or it was a gone case with him. It made him see stars for a little while, for the Kernel, you know, is long-geared, an it was no jokin matter for him to fall so far. But it was all over within a minnet, an wen he got up he sed he felt like another man; but, ses he, "Majer, that"s what I call goin to the bottom of a subject." "Wal," ses I, "Kernel, that"s jest what you are tryin to do on the slavery questshin, an ef you don"t see stars on that before you get thru with it, I"ll wonder." Ses I, "Kernel, do you expect Dimmicrats are goin to support you on freein the n.i.g.g.e.rs?" "Wal," ses he, "Majer, not the rale, geniwine Dimmicrats; but you see you"ve got a grate lot of fellers in your party who call themselves Dimmicrats, who aint Dimmicrats at all. You"ve had the offices in your party so long, that you"ve naterally attracted a hull lot of chaps who only want offices. These fellers have mostly been the leaders of your party for years an years, an now, wen we"ve got the offices, an there aint scarcely a chance that the South will ever have eny more to give "em, they all c.u.m to us, an I kin get "em at almost eny price, from a Brigadier-Generalship down to a quarter of a dollar.
I"ve tried to git some geniwine Dimmicrats to mix in, but you can"t touch em." Ses I, "Kernel, I guess you"ll find that the grate bulk of the Dimmicrats won"t fite to free the n.i.g.g.e.rs. They can"t be sech a pack of derned fools." "You"ve got too high an opinion of your party, Majer," ses the Kernel. "There"s a grate menny more derned fools in it than you"ve got eny idee of. You say they won"t fite to put down slavery. Didn"t they say they wouldn"t fite to coerce the South? And didn"t they do it? Didn"t they say they would only defend the Capital, and wouldn"t invade Virginia, and didn"t they do it?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Majer, that is what I call goin" to the bottom of a subject."--Page 161.]
"Yes," ses I, "Kernel, I must own that"s the truth; but," ses I, "they called G.o.d to witness ef the war was ever made an anti-slavery war, they would throw down their arms." "Yes," ses he, "but don"t they say now that they aint got nothing to do with the policy of the government, an that their only duty is to fite." "Wal," ses I, "Kernel, sum of "em have sed that, but it can"t be possibul that that"s the gineral sentiment. Ef they follow that principul, then ef you should proclaim yourself Emperor or King, an tell "em to fite to establish a monarchy, they would do that." "That"s drivin your idees a little too far, Majer, as you ginnerally do. But what do you think about our goin up to the army an reviewin the sojers, and seein whether I aint jest as popelar as ever I was?" "Wal," ses I, "Kernel, I think that that is a good idee, an I kin judge purty nigh how your Proclymashin sets on the stumacks of the sojers from the way they cheer you. Ef they cheer as loud as they did wen they were down at Harrisin Landin, I shall be mistaken." So we started off the next day for Ginneral McClellan"s head-quarters in a speshal train. First we went to Ginneral Sumnure"s head-quarters, and it warn"t long afore Ginneral McClellan c.u.m there.
too. There was sum talk about the Proclymashin, an Linkin told the Ginneral that there were two great resins why he had made it. One was to stop furrin nashins from interferin, an the other was to make the rebils c.u.m to terms. He thought it would feteh "em, sure.
Ginneral McClellan didn" say a word, one way nor tother, but looked oncommon solemn, and axed the Kernel whether he didn"t want to revew the troops. I saw at once that the Ginneral didn"t like it, and that he wanted to turn the subject. Then we started off and took a look at the troops on Merryland Hights and Bollyvare Hights, and all around Mr.
Harper"s ferry. Mr. Harper warn"t hum, and so we didn"t see him, and the ferry warn"t in good order nether, the resen bein that the rebils had been there and destroyed eenamost everything. As we were goin along, ses I, "Kernel, them cheers don"t sound like they did down on the Jeemes River." The Kernel didn"t say enything, but looked very serious. Wen Ginneral McClellan showed himself, you oughter have heerd the sojers yell and scream, and wave their hats. I never see the Kernel look so pale and thin, and I couldn"t get a word out of him. As for makin a speech, it warn"t to be thought on. After we got all done reviewin the sojers, the Kernel and all hands of us come down from the Hights, and sot down near the road on an old wagin. Linkin told some stories to pa.s.s away the time, an purty soon we went back to Ginneral Somnure"s head-quarters, where we staid all nite. The next mornin we went to Ginneral McClellan"s head-quarters, an then over the battle field of Auntyeatem. The next day we c.u.m hum, both of us purty nigh tired out. The Kernel pulled off his boots as soon as he got in the house, as he almost allus does, an I got out my pipe for a smoke.
"Wal," ses I, "Kernel, what do you think of your visit?" Ses he, "Majer, it"s jest as you told me. That Proclymashin of mine ain"t popular, and I knowed it wouldn"t be. But jest see how I was situated.
There was the Abolishin Guvernurs drivin me on one side, an ther was France an England on the other side. What was I to do? I couldn"t stand still. I couldn"t go back. So I had to "let her rip." I"ve ben poleing around, Majer, ever sence I"ve been President, trying to touch bottom, an I couldn"t find it. Now I hope I"ll git it." "Yes," ses I, "Kernel, but may be your pole warnt a const.i.tutional pole. Ef it had ben, you would hev found bottom long ago." Ses I, "Depend on it, Kernel, there ain"t no bottom where you are poleing, and ef you keep on till doomsday, you won"t find eny."
Ses I, "Kernel, don"t you know that you said in your inaugerole that you had no rite to interfere with slavery, an that you didn"t intend to?"
Ses he, "Did I, Majer? I"ve forgot all about it. The truth is, Majer, when I look back the two years I"ve been President, it reminds me of a story:--Old Bill Jones got drunk one election day, out in Illinoy, an had a hand in several fites before nite. The next day he was brought up before a Justess of the Peace, an the Justess inquired, "Mr. Jones, did you strike Tom Smith yesterday?" "Wal, I don"t know, Judge," ses Bill, "I was sloshin around considerabul, an can"t exzactly say what I did."