When the sun rose over Gettysburg on the second day of July, the union army, rushing breathlessly through the night to the rescue of its defeated advance corps1, had reached the heights beyond the town. Before Longstreet had attempted to obey Lee's command to take these hills, General Meade's blue host had reached them and were entrenching3 themselves.
The Confederate Commander discovered that in the death of Jackson, he had lost his right arm.
It was one o'clock before Longstreet moved to the attack, hurling4 his columns in reckless daring against these bristling6 heights. When darkness drew its kindly7 veil over the scene, Lee's army had driven General Sickles8 from his chosen position to his second line of defense9 on the hill behind, gained a foothold in the famous Devil's Den10 at the base of the Round Tops, broken the lines of the union right and held their fortifications on Culp's Hill.
The day had been one of frightful11 slaughter12.
The union losses in the two days had reached the appalling13 total of more than twenty thousand men. Lee had lost fifteen thousand.
The brilliant July moon rose and flooded this field of blood and death with silent glory. From every nook and corner, from every shadow and across every open space, through the hot breath of the night, came the moans of thousands, and louder than all the long agonizing14 cries for water. Many a man in grey crawled over the ragged15 rocks to press his canteen to the lips of his dying enemy in blue, and many a boy in blue did as much for the man in grey.
Fifteen thousand wounded men lay there through the long black hours.
At ten o'clock a wounded Christian16 soldier began to sing one of the old, sweet hymns17 of faith, whose words have come ringing down the ages wet with tears and winged with human hopes. In five minutes ten thousand voices of blue and grey, some of them quivering with the agony of death, had joined. For two hours the woods and hills rang with the songs of these wounded men.
All through this pitiful music the Confederates were massing their artillery18 on Seminary Ridge19, replacing their wounded horses and refilling their ammunition20 chests.
The union army were burrowing21 like moles22 and planting their terrible batteries on the brows of the hills beyond the town.
At Lee's council of war that night Longstreet advised his withdrawal23 from Gettysburg into a more favorable position in the mountains. But the Confederate Commander, reinforced now by the arrival of Pickett's division of fifteen thousand men and Stuart's cavalry24, determined25 to renew the battle.
At the first grey streak26 of dawn on the 3rd the Federal guns roared their challenge to the Confederate forces which had captured their entrenchments on Culp's Hill. Seven terrible hours of bombardment, charge and counter charge followed until every foot of space had claimed its toll27 of dead, before the Confederates yielded the Hill.
At noon there was an ominous28 lull29 in the battle. At one o'clock a puff30 of smoke from Seminary Ridge was followed by a dull roar. The signal gun had pealed31 its call of death to thousands. For two miles along the crest32 of this Ridge the Confederates had planted one hundred and fifty guns. Two miles of smoke-wreathed flame suddenly leaped from those hills in a single fiery33 breath.
The longer line of big Federal guns on Seminary Ridge were silent for a few minutes and then answered gun for gun until the heavens were transformed into a roaring hell of bursting, screaming, flaming shells. For two hours the earth trembled beneath the shock of these volcanoes, and then the two storms died slowly away and the smoke began to lift.
An ominous sign. The grey infantry34 were deploying35 in line under Pickett to charge the heights of Cemetery36 Ridge. Fifteen thousand gallant37 men against an impregnable hill held by seventy thousand intrenched soldiers, backed by the deadliest and most powerful artillery.
They swept now into the field before the Heights, their bands playing as if on parade—their grey ranks dressed on their colors. Down the slope across the plain and up the hill the waves rolled, their thinning ranks closing the wide gaps torn each moment by the fiery sleet38 of iron and lead.
A handful of them lived to reach the union lines on those heights. Armistead, with a hundred men, broke through and lifted his battle flag for a moment over a Federal battery, and fell mortally wounded.
And then the shattered grey wave broke into a spray of blood and slowly ebbed39 down the hill. The battle of Gettysburg had ended.
For the first time the blue Army of the Potomac had won a genuine victory. It had been gained at a frightful cost, but no price was too high to pay for such a victory. It had saved the Capital of the Nation. The union army had lost twenty-three thousand men, the Confederate twenty thousand. Meade had lost seventeen of his generals, and Lee, fourteen.
When the thrilling news from the front reached Washington on July 4th, the President lifted his big hands above his head and cried to the crowd of excited men who thronged40 the Executive office:
"Unto God we give all the praise!"
None of those present knew the soul significance of that sentence as it fell from his trembling lips. He seated himself at his desk and quickly wrote a brief proclamation of thanks to Almighty41 God, which he telegraphed to the Governor of each union State, requesting them to repeat it to their people.
While the North was still quivering with joy over the turn of the tide at Gettysburg, Gideon Welles, the Secretary of the Navy, hurried into the President's office and handed him a dispatch from the gunboat under Admiral Porter co?perating with General Grant announcing the fall of Vicksburg, the surrender of thirty-five thousand Confederate soldiers of its garrison43, and the opening of the Mississippi River to the Gulf44 of Mexico.
The President seized his hat, his dark face shining with joy:
"I will telegraph the news to General Meade myself!"
He stopped suddenly and threw his long arms around Welles:
"What can we do for the Secretary of the Navy for this glorious intelligence? He is always giving us good news. I cannot tell you my joy over this result. It is great, Mr. Welles, it is great!"
With the eagerness of a boy he rushed to the telegraph office and sent the message to Meade over his own signature.
For the first time in dreary45 months the sun had burst for a moment through the clouds that had hung in endless gloom over the White House. The sorrowful eyes were shining with new hope. The President felt sure that General Lee could never succeed in leading his shattered army back into Virginia. He had lost twenty thousand men out of his sixty-two thousand—while Meade was still in command of a grand army of eighty-two thousand soldiers flushed with victory. The Potomac River was in flood and the Confederate army was on its banks unable to recross.
It was a moral certainty that the heroic Commander who had saved the Capital at Gettysburg could, with his eighty-two thousand men, capture or crush Lee's remaining force, caught in this trap by the swollen46 river, and end the war.
The men who crowded into the Executive office the day after the news of Vicksburg, found the Chief Magistrate47 in high spirits. Among the cases of deserters, court-martialed and ordered to be shot, he was surprised to find a negro soldier bearing the remarkable48 name of Julius C?sar Thornton. John Vaughan had telegraphed the President asking his interference with the execution of this cruel edict.
The President was deeply interested. It was the beginning of the use of negro troops. He had consented to their employment with reluctance49, but they were proving their worth to the army, both in battle and in the work of garrisons50.
Julius was brought from prison for an interview with the Chief Magistrate.
Stanton had sternly demanded the enforcement of the strictest military discipline as the only way to make these black troops of any real service to the Government. He asked that an example be made of Julius by sending him back to the army to be publicly shot before the assembled men of his race. He was convicted of two capital offenses51. He had been caught in Washington shamelessly flaunting52 the uniform he had disgraced.
Julius faced the President with an humble53 salute54 and a broad grin. The black man liked the looks of his judge and he threw off all embarrassment55 his situation had produced with the first glance at the kindly eyes gazing at him over the rims56 of those spectacles.
"Well, Julius C?sar Thornton, this is a serious charge they have lodged57 against you?"
"Yassah, dat's what dey say."
"You went forth58 like a man to fight for your country, didn't you?"
"Na, sah!"
"How'd you get there?"
"Dey volunteered me, sah."
"Volunteered you, did they?" the President laughed.
"Yassah—dat dey did. Dey sho' volunteered me whether er no——"
"And how did it happen?"
"Dey done hit so quick, sah, I scacely know how dey did do hit. I was in de war down in Virginia wid Marse John Vaughan—an' er low-lifed Irishman on guard dar put me ter wuk er buryin' corpses59. I hain't nebber had no taste for corpses nohow, an' I didn't like de job—mo' specially60, sah, when one ob 'em come to ez I was pullin' him froo de dark ter de grave——"
"Come to, did he?" the President smiled.
"Yassah—he come to all of er sudden an' kicked me! An' hit scared me near 'bout61 ter death. I lit out fum dar purty quick, sah, an' go West. An' I ain't mor'n got out dar 'fore2 two fellers drawed dere muskets62 on me an' persuaded me ter volunteer, sah. Dey put dese here cloze on me an' tell me dat I wuz er hero. I tell 'em dey must be some mistake 'bout dat, but dey say no—dey know what dey wuz er doin'. Dey keep on tellin' me dat I wuz er hero an', by golly, I 'gin ter b'lieve hit myself till dey git me into trouble, sah."
"You were in a battle?"
Julius scratched his head and walled his eyes:
"I had er little taste ob it, sah,——"
"Well, you tried to fight, didn't you?"
"No, sah,—I run."
"Ran at the first fire?"
"Yas, sah! An' I'd a ran sooner ef I'd er known hit wuz comin'——"
Julius paused and broke into a jolly laugh:
"Dey git one pop at me, sah, 'fore I seed what dey wuz doin'!"
The President suppressed a laugh and gazed at Julius with severity:
"That wasn't very creditable to your courage."
"Dat ain't in my line, sah,—I'se er cook."
"Have you no regard for your reputation?"
"Dat ain't nuttin' ter me, sah, 'side er life!"
"And your life is worth more than other people's?"
"Worth er lot mo' ter me, sah."
"I'm afraid they wouldn't have missed you, Julius, if you'd been killed."
"Na, sah, but I'd a sho missed myself an' dat's de pint63 wid me."
The President fixed64 him with a comical frown:
"It's sweet and honorable to die for one's country, Julius!"
"Yassah—dat's what I hear—but I ain't fond er sweet things—I ain't nebber hab no taste fer 'em, sah!"
"Well, it looks like I'll have to let 'em have you, Julius, for an example. I've tried to save you—but there doesn't seem to be any thing to take hold of. Every time I grab you, you slip right through my fingers. I reckon they'll have to shoot you——"
The negro broke into a hearty65 laugh:
"G'way fum here, Mr. President! You can't fool me, sah. I sees yer laughin' right now way back dar in yo' eyes. You ain't gwine let 'em shoot me. I'se too vallable a nigger fer dat. I wuz worth er thousan' dollars 'fore de war. I sho' oughter be wuth two thousan' now. What's de use er 'stroyin' er good piece er property lak dat? I won't be no good ter nobody ef dey shoots me!"
The President broke down at last, leaned back in his chair and laughed with every muscle of his long body. Julius joined him with unction.
When the laughter died away the tall figure bent66 over his desk and wrote an order for the negro's release, and discharge from the army.
One of the things which had brought the President his deepest joy in the victory of Vicksburg was not the importance of the capture of the city and the opening of the Mississippi so much as the saving of U. S. Grant as a commanding General.
From the capture of Fort Donelson, the eyes of the Chief Magistrate had been fixed on this quiet fighter. And then came the disaster to his army at Shiloh—the first day's fight a bloody67 and overwhelming defeat—the second the recovery of the ground lost and the death of Albert Sydney Johnston, his brilliant Confederate opponent.
As a matter of fact, in its results, the battle had been a crushing disaster to the South. But Grant had lost fourteen thousand men in the two days' carnage and it was the first great field of death the war had produced. McClellan had not yet met Lee before Richmond. The cry against Grant was furious and practically universal.
Senator Winter, representing the demands of Congress, literally68 stormed the White House for weeks with the persistent69 and fierce demand for Grant's removal.
The President shook his head doggedly70:
"I can't spare this man—he fights!"
The Senator submitted the proofs that Grant was addicted71 to the use of strong drink and that he was under the influence of whiskey on the first day of the battle of Shiloh.
In vain Winter stormed and threatened for an hour. The President was adamant72.
He didn't know Grant personally. But he had felt the grip of his big personality on the men under his command and he refused to let him go.
He turned to his tormentor73 at last with a quizzical look in his eye:
"You know, Winter, that reminds me of a little story——"
The Senator threw up both hands with a gesture of rage. He knew what the wily diplomat74 was up to.
"I won't hear it, sir," he growled75. "I won't hear it. You and your stories are sending this country to hell—it's not more than a mile from there now!"
The sombre eyes smiled as he slowly said:
"I believe it is just a mile from here to the Senate Chamber76!"
The Senator faced him a moment and the two men looked at each other tense, erect77, unyielding.
"There may or may not be a grain of truth in your statements, Winter," the quiet voice continued, "but your personal animus78 against Grant is deeper. He is a Democrat79 married to a Southern woman, and is a slave-holder. You can't be fair to him. I can, I must and I will. I am the President of all the people. The Nation needs this man. I will not allow him to be crushed. You have my last word."
The Senator strode to the door in silence and paused:
"But you haven't mine, sir!"
The tall figure bowed and smiled.
The President found the task a greater one than he had dreamed. So furious was the popular outcry against Grant, so dogged and persistent was the demand for his removal he was compelled to place General Halleck in nominal80 command of the district in which his army was operating until the popular furor81 should subside82. In this way he had kept Grant as Second in Command at the head of his army, and Vicksburg with thirty-five thousand prisoners was the answer the silent man in the West had sent to his champion and protector in the White House.
The thrilling message had come at an opportune83 moment. The new commander of the army of the Potomac had defeated General Lee at Gettysburg and for an hour his name was on every lip. The President and the Nation had taken it for granted that he would hurl5 his eighty-two thousand men on Lee's army hemmed84 in by the impassable Potomac.
So sure of this was Stanton that he declared to the President:
"If a single regiment85 of Lee's army ever gets back into Virginia in an organized condition it will prove that I am totally unfit to be Secretary of War."
Once more the impossible happened. Lee did get back into Virginia, his army marching with quick step and undaunted spirit, ready to fight at any moment his rear guard came in touch with Meade's advancing hosts. He not only crossed the Potomac with his army in perfect fighting form with every gun he carried, but with thousands of fat cattle and four thousand prisoners of war captured on the field of Gettysburg.
The President's day of rejoicing was brief. As Lee withdrew to his old battle ground with his still unconquered lines of grey, the man in the White House saw with aching heart his dream of peace fade into the mists of even a darker night than the one through which his soul had just passed.
Slowly but surely the desperate South began to recover from the shock of Gettysburg and Vicksburg and filled once more her thinning battle lines. General Lee, sorely dissatisfied with himself for his failure to win in Pennsylvania, tendered his resignation to the Richmond Government, asking to be relieved by a younger and abler man. As no such man lived, Jefferson Davis declined his resignation, and he continued his leadership with renewed faith in his genius by every man, woman and child in the South.
General Meade, stung to desperation by the bitter disappointment of the President and the people of the North, also tendered his resignation.
For the moment the President refused to consider it, though his eyes were fixed with growing faith on the silent figure of Grant. One more victory from this stolid86 fighter and he had found the great commander for which he had sought in vain through blood and tears for more than two years.
The first task to which he must turn his immediate87 attention was the filling of the depleted88 ranks of the Northern armies. Volunteering had ceased, the terms of the enlisted89 men would soon expire, and it was absolutely necessary to enforce a draft for five hundred thousand soldiers.
The President had been warned by the Democratic Party, at present a powerful and aggressive minority in Congress, that such an act of despotism would not be tolerated by a free people.
The President's answer was simple and to the point:
"The South has long since adopted force to fill her ranks. If we are to continue this war and save the union it is absolutely necessary, and therefore it shall be done."
The great city of New York was the danger point. The Government had been warned of the possibility of a revolution in the metropolis90, whose representatives in Congress had demanded the right to secede91 in the beginning of the war. And yet the warning had not been taken seriously by the War Department. No effort had been made to garrison the city against the possibility of an armed uprising to resist the draft. Demagogues had been haranguing92 the people for months, inflaming93 their minds to the point of madness on the subject of this draft.
On the night before the drawing was ordered in New York the leading speaker had swept the crowd off their feet by the daring words with which he closed his appeal:
"We will resist this attempt of Black Republicans and Abolitionists to force the children of the poor into the ranks they dare not enter. Will you give any more of your sons to be food for vultures on the hills of Virginia? Will you allow them to be torn from your firesides and driven as dumb cattle into the mouths of Southern cannon94? If you are slaves, yes,——if you are freemen, no!"
When the lottery95 wheel began to turn off its fatal names at the Government Draft Office at the corner of Forty-sixth Street and Third Avenue on the morning of July 14th, a sullen96, determined mob packed the streets in front of the building. Among them stood hundreds of women whose husbands, sons and brothers were listed on the spinning wheel of black fortune.
Their voices were higher and angrier than the men's:
"This is a rich man's war—but a poor man's fight——"
"Yes, if you've got three hundred dollars you can hire a substitute from the slums——"
"But if you happen to be a working man, you can stand up and be shot for these cowards and sneaks97!"
"Down with the draft!"
"To hell with the hirelings and their wheel!"
"Smash it——"
"Burn the building!"
A tough from the East Side waved his hand to the crowd of frenzied98 men and women:
"Come on, boys,——"
With a single mighty42 impulse the mob surged toward the doors, and through them. A sound of smashing glass, blows, curses. A man rushed into the street holding the enrollment99 books above his head:
"Here are your names, men—the list of white slaves!"
The mob tore the sheets from his grasp and fell on them like hungry wolves. In ten minutes the books were only scraps100 of paper trampled101 into the filth102 of Third Avenue. Wherever a piece could be seen men and women stamped and spit on it.
They smashed the wheel and furniture into kindling103 wood, piled it in the middle of the room and set fire to it. No policemen or firemen were allowed to approach. Every officer of the law, both civil and military, had been chased and beaten and disappeared.
Half the block was in flames before the firemen could break through and reach the burning buildings.
Down the Avenue, the maddened mob swept with resistless impulse, jelling, cursing, shouting its defiance104.
"Down with the Abolitionists!"
"Hang Horace Greeley on a sour apple tree!"
"To the Tribune Office!"
Howard, a reporter of the Tribune, was recognized:
"Kill him!"
"Hang him!"
The mob seized the reporter, dragged him to a lamp post and were about to put the rope around his neck when a blow from a cobblestone felled him to the sidewalk, the blood trickling105 down his neck.
A man bending over his body, shouted to the crowd:
"He's dead—we'll take the body away!"
A friend helped and they carried him into a store and saved his life.
For three days and nights this mob burned and killed at will and fought every officer of the law until the streets ran red with blood. They burned the Negro Orphan106 Asylum107, beat, killed or hanged every negro who showed his face, sacked the home of Mayor Opdyke, at 79 Fifth Avenue, and attempted to burn it. They smashed in the Tribune building, gutted108 part of it and would have reduced it to ashes but for the brave defense put up by some of its men.
On the third day the announcement was made that the draft was suspended. Five thousand troops reached the city and partly succeeded in restoring order.
More than a thousand men had been killed and three thousand wounded—among them many women.
The Democratic papers now boldly demanded that the draft should be officially suspended until its constitutionality could be tested by the courts. The State and Municipal authorities of New York appealed to the President to suspend the draft.
He answered:
"If I suspend the draft there can be no army to continue the war and the days of the Republic are numbered. The life of the Nation is at stake."
They begged for time, and he hesitated for a day. The victories of Gettysburg and Vicksburg were forgotten in the grim shadow of a possible repetition of the French Revolution on a vast scale throughout the North. The mob had already sacked the office of the Times in Troy, broken out in Boston, and threatened Cincinnati.
The President gave the Governor of New York his final answer by sending an army of ten thousand veterans into the city. He planted his artillery to sweep the streets with grape and cannister, and ordered the draft to be immediately enforced.
The new wheel was set up, and turned with bayonets. The mobs were overawed and the ranks of the army were refilled.
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lottery
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