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March 4th (search for this): chapter 2
ned me. When do you start? was his salutation. When do I start? Staple's question was a sudden one. Yes, for the South? You're going, of course; and the governor writes me to be off at once. Better go together. Eh? Night boat, 4th of March. Now the governor mentioned was not presiding executive of a southern state, but was Staple peere, of the heavy cotton firm of Staple, Long & Middling, New Orleans. Staple fils had been for years a great social card in Washington. The clu draw on the house, and then t‘ Orleans, he answered cheerfully. Come with me. Lots to see; and, no doubt, about plenty to do. If this sky holds, all men will be wanted. As you're going, the sooner the better. What do you say? Evening boat, March 4th? Is it a go? It gave only two days for preparation to leave what had come nearer being home than any other place in a nomadic life. But he was right. I was going, and we settled the matter, and separated to, wind up our affairs and take c
Scott (search for this): chapter 2
ork it does; while thicker and more foul are the streams it sends abroad. For awhile there is some little talk around Willard's about the secesh; and the old soldiers wear grave faces as they pass to and fro between the War Department and General Scott's headquarters. But to the outer circle, it is only a nine-day wonder; while the dancing and dining army men soon make light of the matter. But the stone the surface closes smoothly over at the center makes large ripples at the edges. Fhe very bread for their families — to go South. It was the modern hegira! A dull, vague unrest brooded over Washington, as though the city had been shadowed with a vast pall, or threatened with a plague.. Then when it was again too late, General Scott-the general, as the hero of Lundy's Lane and Mexico was universally knownvirtu-ally went into the Cabinet, practically filling the chair that Jefferson Davis had vacated. Men felt that they must range themselves on one side, or the other, fo
Lincoln (search for this): chapter 2
dinner and a ball popular views of the situation Buchanan's policy and the peace Congress separation a certainty preparations for the hejira precautions for Lincoln's inauguration off for Dixie. The cloud no bigger than a man's hand had risen. It became visible to all in Washington over the southern horizon. All arouce in a nomadic life. But he was right. I was going, and we settled the matter, and separated to, wind up our affairs and take conge. The night before President Lincoln's inauguration was a restless and trying one to every man in Washington. Nervous men heard signal for bloody outbreak in every unfamiliar sound. Thoughtfuleasury and raze the White House sat heavy on the timid; while extremists manufactured long-haired men, with air guns, secreted here and there and sworn to shoot Mr. Lincoln, while reading his inaugural. All night long, orderlies were dashing. to and fro at breakneck speed; and guard details were marching to all points of possi
Henry A. Wise (search for this): chapter 2
and West-had been collecting for days, and meeting reception more labored than spontaneous. The best bands of the country had flocked to the Capital, to drown bad blood in the blare of brass; and all available cavalry and artillery of the regular army had been hastily rendezvoused, for the double purpose of spectacle and security. Still the public mind was feverish and unquiet; and the post commandant was like the public mind. Rumors were again rife of raids over the Potomac, with Henry A. Wise or Ben McCullough at their head; nightmares of plots to rob the Treasury and raze the White House sat heavy on the timid; while extremists manufactured long-haired men, with air guns, secreted here and there and sworn to shoot Mr. Lincoln, while reading his inaugural. All night long, orderlies were dashing. to and fro at breakneck speed; and guard details were marching to all points of possible danger. Day dawn saw a light battery drawn up on G street facing the Treasury, guns unli
Wormley (search for this): chapter 2
The streets were anxious and all gayety showed effort, while many lowering faces peeped at the procession from windows and housetops. It was over at last. The new man had begun with the new era; and Staple and I had finished our chasse at Wormley's dinner table, when that worthy's pleasant, yellow face peered in at the door. As we jumped into the carriage awaiting us and Wormley banged the door, a knot of loungers ran up to say good-bye. They were all men-about-town; and if not veryWormley banged the door, a knot of loungers ran up to say good-bye. They were all men-about-town; and if not very dear to each other, it was still a wrench to break up associations with those whose faces had been familiar to every dinner and drive and reception for years. We had never met but in amity and amid the gayest scenes; now we were plunging into a pathless future. Who could tell but a turn might bring us face to face, where hands would cross with deadly purpose; while the hiss of the Minie-ball sang accompaniment in place of the last galop that Louis Weber had composed. Better stay where yo
Willard (search for this): chapter 2
aching its mouth. Madame rearranges her parure and smoothes her ruffled lace; while Mademoiselle pouts a little, then studies her card for the next waltzer. Senator Jenks takes his nip just a trifle more regularly; and Blobb, of Oregon, draws a longer breath before his next period. As for the lobby-pump, its piston grows red-hot and its valves fly wide open, with the work it does; while thicker and more foul are the streams it sends abroad. For awhile there is some little talk around Willard's about the secesh; and the old soldiers wear grave faces as they pass to and fro between the War Department and General Scott's headquarters. But to the outer circle, it is only a nine-day wonder; while the dancing and dining army men soon make light of the matter. But the stone the surface closes smoothly over at the center makes large ripples at the edges. Faces that were long before now begin to lengthen; and thoughtful men wag solemn heads as they pass, or pause to take each othe
March 4th, 1861 AD (search for this): chapter 2
llions of incensed and uncontrolled population hurled themselves against the granite foundation of the established government. Selfish heads tossed upon sleepless pillows, haunted by the thought that the dawn would break upon a great change, boding ruin to their prospects, monetary or political. Even the butterflies felt that there was a something impending; incomprehensible, but uncomfortably suggestive of work instead of pleasure. So Washington rose red-eyed and unrefreshed on the 4th of March, 1861. Elaborate preparations had been made to have the day's ceremonial brilliant and imposing beyond precedent. Visiting militia and civil organizations from every quarter-North, East and West-had been collecting for days, and meeting reception more labored than spontaneous. The best bands of the country had flocked to the Capital, to drown bad blood in the blare of brass; and all available cavalry and artillery of the regular army had been hastily rendezvoused, for the double purpos
Franklin Buchanan (search for this): chapter 2
Chapter 1: the forehead of the storm. Washington city in 1861. her two social circles was she a new Sodom? lobbyists and diplomats eve of the storm echo from Charleston Harbor a dinner and a ball popular views of the situation Buchanan's policy and the peace Congress separation a certainty preparations for the hejira precautions for Lincoln's inauguration off for Dixie. The cloud no bigger than a man's hand had risen. It became visible to all in Washington over the soet in convention and, by ordinance of secession, declared themselves independent of the Federal Governmen.t. It was as though the train had been prepared and the action of South Carolina was but the lighting of the fuse. Within six weeks from Mr. Buchanan's New Year reception, six states had deliberately gone out of the Union. When it was too late, the sleepy administration opened its eyes. Not liking the looks of things, it shut them again. When it was too late, there were windy declarat
Knower (search for this): chapter 2
bit of shapely shoulders and of telling stride in the German; and time was shortening fast. And Knower, of the Third House, had put all the proceeds of engineering that last bill through, into gorgeous plate. It would never do to waste it, for Knower meant business; and this might be the end of the thing. So the stream rushed on, catching the weak and timid ones upon its brink and plunging tpers very young Savile Rowe, of H. B. M. legation. Let's get wid of these politics. Dwop in at Knower's; soiwee, you know ; and Savile tucks his arm under mine. Two blocks away we try to lose un again, refusing burial as persistently as Eugene Aram's old man. Try a glass of this punch, Knower chirps cheerily. Devilish good punch! Good glass, too. See the crest and the monogram blowed if thef move the Capital? Kill us, sir; kill us! Lots of southern members leaving already --and Knower's voice sunk to a whisper-and would you believe it? I heard of nine resignations from the army
Jenks (search for this): chapter 2
ing them into the whirling vortex. And still the rusty old wheels revolved, as creakily as ever, at the Capital. Blobb, of Oregon, made machine speeches to the sleepy House, but neither he, nor they, noted the darkening atmosphere without. Senator Jenks took his half-hourly ‘nip with laudable punctuality, thereafter rising eloquent to call Mr. President's attention to that little bill; and all the while that huge engine, the lobby, steadily pumped away in the political basement, sending stres for a second its gold spoon; and, perhaps, a trifle of the turtle spills before reaching its mouth. Madame rearranges her parure and smoothes her ruffled lace; while Mademoiselle pouts a little, then studies her card for the next waltzer. Senator Jenks takes his nip just a trifle more regularly; and Blobb, of Oregon, draws a longer breath before his next period. As for the lobby-pump, its piston grows red-hot and its valves fly wide open, with the work it does; while thicker and more foul
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