of the celebrated Robert Toombs
, of Georgia
, when he uttered his famous boast.1
He voiced the practically unanimous opinion of his section.
Nor was there anything seemingly very presumptuous in that anticipation.
So far, the South
had been invariably victorious.
In what appeared to be a decisive battle in the test case of admitting Missouri
into the Union
as a slave State, it had won. So pronounced was its triumph that whatever Anti-Slavery sentiment survived the conflict appeared to be stunned and helpless.
All fight was knocked out of it. Its spirit was broken.
While the South
was not only compact and fully alive, but exultingly aggressive, the North
was divided, fully one half of its population being about as pro-slavery as the slaveholders themselves, and the rest, with rare exceptions, being hopelessly apathetic.
The Northern leaders of both of the old political parties-Whig and Democratic — were what the Abolitionists called “dough-faces,” being Northern men with Southern principles.
was “a dumb dog,” and the press simply drifted with the tide.
It was not at all strange that the slaveholders expected to go on from conquest to conquest.
There were two policies they could adopt.
One was to attack the enemy's citadel; or rather, the several citadels it possessed in its individual States, and force them to open their doors to the master and his human chattels.
The other was to flank and cover, approaching the main point of attack by way of the Territories
These, once in possession of the slaveholders, could be converted into enough