"I might do that."
The engine was detached to the disgust of the panic-stricken men and the cool-headed engineer nodded to the President, pulled his lever and the locomotive shot out of the station and in five minutes Davis alighted with his staff near the battle field. By the guidance of stragglers they found headquarters.
Adjutant General Jordan sent for horses and volunteered to conduct the President to the front.
While they were waiting he turned to Mr. Davis anxiously:
"I think it extremely unwise, sir, for you to take this risk."
The thin lips smiled:
"I"ll take the responsibility, General."
The President and his staff mounted and galloped toward the front.
The stragglers came now in droves. They were generous in their warnings.
"Say, men, do ye want to die?"
"You"re ridin" straight inter the jaws er death."
"Don"t do it, I tell ye!"
The President began to rally the men. As they neared the front he was recognized and the wounded began to cheer.
A big strapping soldier was carrying a slender wounded boy to the rear.
The boy put his trembling hand on the man"s shoulder, s.n.a.t.c.hed off his cap and shouted: "Three cheers for the President! Look, boys, he"s here--we"ll lick "em yet!"
The President lifted his hat to the stripling, crying:
"To a hero of the South!"
The storm of battle was now rolling swiftly to the west--its roar growing fainter with each cannon"s throb.
The President, sitting his horse with erect tense figure, dashed up the hill to General Johnston:
"How goes the battle, General?"
"We have won, sir," was the sharp curt answer.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""We have won, sir!" was the short, curt answer."]
The President wheeled his horse and rode rapidly into the front lines until stopped by the captain of a command of cavalry.
"You are too near the front, sir, without an escort--"
The President rode beside the captain and watched him form his men for their last charge on the enemy. He inspected the field with growing amazement. For miles the earth was strewn with the wreck of the Northern army--guns, knapsacks, blankets, canteens--and Brooklyn-made handcuffs!
Their defeat had been so sudden, so complete, so overwhelming, it was impossible at first to grasp its meaning.
He pa.s.sed the rugged figure of Jackson who had won his immortal t.i.tle of "Stonewall." An aide was binding a cloth about his wounded arm.
The grim General pushed aside his surgeon, raised his battered cap and shouted:
"Hurrah for the President! Ten thousand fresh men and I will be in Washington to-night!"
The President lifted his hat and congratulated him.
The victory of the South was complete and overwhelming. Jefferson Davis breathed a sigh of relief for deliverance. Within two hours he knew that this victory had not been won by superior generalship of his commanding officers. They had been outwitted at every turn and overwhelmed by the plan of battle their wily foe had forced upon them. It had not been won by the superior courage of his men in the battle which raged from sunrise until four o"clock. The broken and disorganized lines of the South and the panic-stricken mob he had met on the way were eloquent witnesses of Northern valor.
His army had been saved from annihilation by the quick wit and daring courage of a single Brigadier General who had moved his five regiments on his own initiative in the nick of time and saved the Confederates from utter rout.
Victory had been s.n.a.t.c.hed at last from the jaws of defeat by an accident. The misfortune of a delayed regiment of Johnston"s army was suddenly turned into an astounding piece of luck. The sudden charge of those two thousand men on the flank of the victorious army had produced a panic among tired raw recruits. McDowell was at this moment master of the field. In a moment of insane madness his unseasoned men had thrown down their guns and fled.
The little dark General in his flower-decked tent had made good his boasts. And worse--the Northern army had proven his wildest a.s.sertions true. They were a rabble. The star of Beauregard rose in the Southern sky, and with its rise Disaster stalked grim and silent toward the hilarious Confederacy.
The South had won a victory destined to prove itself the most fatal calamity that ever befell a nation.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE AFTERMATH
Socola dismissed his hope of a speedy end of the war and devoted himself with new enthusiasm to his work. His eyes were sleepless--his ear to the ground. The information on conditions and public sentiment in Richmond and the South which he had dispatched to Washington were of incalculable service to his government. One of the immediate effects of the battle was the return of Jennie Barton to the Capital. Her mother was improving and Jimmie had been wounded. Her coming was most fortunate. It was of the utmost importance that he secure a position in the Civil Service of the Confederacy. It could be done through her father"s influence.
Socola watched the first division of Northern prisoners march through the streets amid the shouts and laughter of a crowd of urchins black and white. A feeling of blind rage surged within him. That the tables would be shortly turned, he was sure. He would play his part now without a scruple. He would use pretty Jennie Barton as any other p.a.w.n on the chessboard of Life and Death over which he bent.
Jefferson Davis watched the effects of the battle on the North with breathless interest and increasing dismay.
His worst fears were confirmed.
He had hoped that a decisive victory would place his Government in a position to make overtures for a peaceful adjustment of the conflict.
The victory had been too decisive. The disgraceful rout of the Northern army had stung twenty-three million people to the quick. Defeat so overwhelming and surprising had roused the last drop of fighting blood in their veins.
Boasting and loud talk suddenly ceased. There was no lying about the results. In all their bald hideous reality the Northern mind faced them and began with steady purpose their vast preparations to wipe that disgrace out in blood.
Abraham Lincoln suddenly found himself relieved of all embarra.s.sment in the conduct of the war. His critics had threatened to wreck his administration unless he forced their "Grand Army" to march on Richmond and take it without a day"s delay.
In obedience to this idiotic clamor he was forced to order the army to march. They came home by a shorter route than they marched and they came quicker.
They returned without baggage.
Incompetent men and hungry demagogues had clamored for high positions in the army. Their influence had been so great he had been forced to find berths for many incompetent officers.