From the 19th of April until the 13th of May, Baltimore
was practically a Confederate town — a wedge of disaffection between the North
and the South
and his Cabinet were greatly annoyed by this fire in the rear, and it was decided that the city must be reduced to submission as soon as possible.
The President and his advisers wisely concluded, however, to allow things to remain as they were until the excited passions of the multitude had subsided.
After the retreat of the volunteer troops from Ashland
, the city was placed under patrol, guard-houses were established, and every precaution was taken to prevent a surprise.
Colonel Isaac R. Trimble
, who afterward became a general in the Confederate
service, was placed in command of the ununiformed volunteers, and took possession of the Northern Central Railroad depot, where a regular camp was established.
A curious feature of the preparations for defense was the tender, on the part of several hundred colored men, of their services “against the Yankees
thanked them for the offer, and informed them that their services would be called for if required.
, of the regular army, afterward general under Lee
, who had been for some time in command of the arsenal at Pikesville
, a village near Baltimore
, was in the city during all these troublous times, and, being a prime, social favorite of the young men about town, was approached for advice and assistance.
The old colonel, who was decidedly Southern in his sympathies, and, in fact, went South shortly afterward, did a great deal to avert serious trouble.
He was a splendid old fellow — a high liver, witty, good-humored, and a fine old-school officer.
It was he who suggested the arming and drilling of the mob as the best means of keeping them employed and out of trouble.
He was full of sadness, however, at the prospect before him, and when some of the young swells came to him bubbling over with indignation and sectional fervor, he would cry out: “Ah, boys, you'll get enough of this before you're through!”
In this connection, General Huger
said to the city authorities: “If we don't give these fellows plenty to do, gentlemen, they will give us plenty to do!”
And he was right.
had, at that time, one of the worst elements with which any city was ever afflicted.
There was a certain class of men which lived and fattened on disorder.
For a number of years the city had been the prey of brutal ruffians, who controlled the elections, and conducted themselves exactly as they pleased.
You have probably heard of the “Plug-Uglies” and “Rip-Raps” of Baltimore
Well, these men had been cowed by the election of a reform administration; but the