"These four men," shouted the elders from the skiff, "were the only soldiers in town!"
One woman had been killed and three wounded. Twenty houses had been pierced by sh.e.l.ls and two little children drowned in their flight. A baby had been born in the woods and died of the exposure.
It was three o"clock next day before Jennie reached home, her grandmother utterly oblivious of her own discomforts but complaining bitterly because she could hear nothing from the old Colonel who had found it impossible to leave New Orleans. They had not been separated so long since the Mexican war. Jennie comforted her as best she could, put her to bed, and took refuge in a tub of cold water.
The dusty road had peeled the skin off both her heels but no matter--thank G.o.d, she was at home again.
Orders were issued now from the Federal commandant for the government of the town. No person was permitted to leave without a pa.s.s. All families were prohibited to leave--except persons separated by the former exodus. Cannon were planted in every street. Five thousand soldiers had been thrown into the city, General Williams commanding. Any house unoccupied by its owners would be used by the soldiers.
Jennie decided to stick to the house at all hazards until forced to go.
She walked down town to the post office in the vain hope a letter might have come through from New Orleans to her grandmother. Soldiers were lounging in the streets in squads of forty and fifty. A crowd was playing cards in the ditch and swearing as they fought the flies. Crowds of soldiers relieved from duty were marching aimlessly along the street.
Some were sleeping on the pavements, others sprawled flat on their backs in the sun, heads pillowed in each other"s lap.
To her surprise a letter addressed in the familiar handwriting of her brother was handed out at the post office by the young soldier in charge.
The seal had been broken.
Jennie"s eyes flashed with rage.
"How dare you open and read my letter, sir!" she cried with indignation.
"I"m sorry, Miss," he answered politely. "We"re only soldiers. Our business is to obey orders."
Jennie blushed furiously.
"Of course, I beg your pardon. I wasn"t thinking when I spoke."
She read the letter with eager interest:
"Dearest little Sister:
"You must bring grandmother to New Orleans at the earliest possible opportunity. Grandpa can"t get out. He is as restless and unhappy as a caged tiger. Do come quickly. If you need money let me know. Hoping soon to see you. With a heart full of love,
"Your big brother,
"Roger."
It would be best. Her grandmother would be safe there in any event. If our troops again captured New Orleans she would be in the house of the South. If the Federal army still held it, she was at home in her grandson"s house.
The wildest rumors were flying thick. No pa.s.ses would be issued to leave the city on any pretext. Beauregard was reported about to move his army from Corinth to attack Baton Rouge.
The troops were ma.s.sing for the defense of the city. The Federal cavalry had scoured the country for ten miles in search of guerillas.
Through all the turmoil and confusion of the wildly disordered house Jennie kept repeating the foolish old hymn in soft monotones:
"_I hope to die shouting--the Lord will provide!_"
General Williams sent a guard to protect the house. A file of six soldiers marched to the gate and their commander saluted:
"Madam, the pickets await your orders."
General Williams had met her brother in New Orleans. His loyalty was enough to mark the beautiful old homestead for protection.
Jennie laughed. It was a funny situation were it not so tragic. Her father and three brothers fighting these men with tooth and nail while an officer saluted and put his soldiers at her command.
Butler"s men were arresting the aged citizens of Baton Rouge now.
Without charge or warrant they were hustled on the transports, hurried to New Orleans and thrown into jail. Jennie ground her white teeth with rage:
"Oh, to be ruled by such a wretch!"
From the first day he had set foot on the soil of Louisiana Butler had made himself thoroughly loathed. His order reflecting on the character of the women of New Orleans had not only shocked the South, it had roused the indignation of the civilized world.
A proud and sensitive people had no redress.
One of the first six citizens sentenced to prison in Fort Jackson was Dr. Craven, the Methodist minister. A soldier nosing about his house at night had heard the preacher at family prayers. He had asked G.o.d"s blessing on the cause of the South while kneeling in prayer. When Jennie heard of it, she cried through her tears:
"Show me a dungeon deep enough to keep me from praying for my brothers who are fighting for us!"
The speech of Butler which had gone farthest and sank deepest into the outraged souls of the people of Southern Louisiana was his defiant utterance to Solomon Benjamin on the threat of England to intervene in our struggle:
"Let England or France dare to try it," Butler swore in a towering rage, "and I"ll be d.a.m.ned if I don"t arm every negro in the South and make them cut the throats of every man, woman and child in it. I"ll make them lay this country waste with fire and sword and leave it desolate."
That Butler was capable of using his enormous power as the Military Governor of Louisiana to accomplish this purpose, no one who had any knowledge of the man or his methods doubted for a moment.
On the slightest pretexts he arrested whom he pleased, male and female, and threw them into prison. Aged men who had incurred his displeasure were confined at hard labor with ball and chain. Men were imprisoned in Fort Jackson, whose only offense was the giving of medicine to sick Confederate soldiers. The wife of a former member of Congress was arrested and sent to Ship Island in the Gulf of Mexico. Her only offense was that she laughed at some foolish thing that marked the progress of a funeral procession through the streets of the city.
On his office wall in the St. Charles Hotel Butler had inscribed in huge letters:
"THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A HE AND A SHE ADDER IN THEIR VENOM."
His henchmen were allowed to indulge their rapacity at will. The homes of distinguished men and women were seized on any pretext and turned into disreputable establishments which were run for gain. They appropriated the contents of wine cellars, plundered the wardrobes and dining-rooms of ladies and gentlemen to their hearts" content. Fines were levied and collected in many cases where it could be secured. Those who refused to pay were given the choice of ball and chain. A thriving trade in cotton was opened against the positive orders of the Washington Government. Butler"s own brother was the thrifty banker and broker of this corrupt transaction.
Property was "confiscated" right and left, provisions and military stores were exchanged for cotton. The chief of this regime of organized plunder lived in daily fear of a.s.sa.s.sination. It was said he wore secret armor. He never ventured out except heavily guarded. In his office several pistols lay beside him and the chair on which his visitor was seated was chained to the wall to prevent someone suddenly rising and smashing his brains out.
There were ten thousand soldiers in Baton Rouge now though the antic.i.p.ated attack of the Confederates had not materialized. Perhaps they had heard of the heavy reenforcements in time. The poor fellows from the cool hills and mountains of the North were dying in hundreds in the blistering July sun of the South. They didn"t know how to take care of themselves and their officers didn"t seem to care. Butler was a lawyer and a politician first--a general only when the navy had done his work for him.
Jennie saw hundreds of these sick and dying men lying on their backs in the broiling sun, waiting for wagons to carry them to the hospital. One had died absolutely alone without a human being near to notice or to care. The girl"s heart was sick with anguish at the sight of scores too weak to lift their hands to fight the ravenous flies swarming in their eyes and months. All day and all night Baumstark, the little undertaker, was working with half a dozen aides making coffins.
Day and night they died like dogs with no human help extended. The Catholic priest who had not been arrested as yet, pa.s.sing among them in search of his own, bent for a moment over a dying soldier and spoke in friendly tones. The poor fellow burst into tears and with his last gasp cried:
"Thank G.o.d! I have heard _one_ kind word before I die!"
The Federal pickets were driven in at last, and the guard around the house withdrawn. General Williams insisted that Jennie and her grandmother find a place of refuge more secure than the coming battlefield.