Confederate States of America. Army -- Fiction; Historical fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
Johnston having mounted the steps, the two met. “Ah, General, I wish
that I were in the field with this good town to defend!”
“Your Excellency slept well, I trust—after the people would let you
sleep?”
“I slept. General Pemberton, good morning—What are your arrangements?”
“In a very few moments, if your Excellency pleases, we will start. The
line of works is extensive.”
“Haynes Bluff to Warrenton,” said Johnston. “About fifteen miles.”
“It is not expected,” said Pemberton, “that his Excellency shall visit
the more distant works.”
Mr. Davis, about to descend the steps, drew a little back. Between his
brows were two fine, parallel lines. “You think, General Johnston,
that the lines are too extensive?”
“Under the circumstances—yes, your Excellency.”
“Then what is in your mind? Pray, speak out!”
“I think, sir, that one strong work should be constructed above the
town, at the bend in the river. It should be made very strong. I would
provision it to the best of our ability, and I would put there a
garrison, say of three thousand. The remainder of General Pemberton’s
forces I would keep in the field, adding to them—”
“Yes? Pray, be frank, sir.”
“It is my custom, your Excellency. I hesitated because I have already
so strongly made this representation that I cannot conceive.... Adding
to them the Army of the Trans-Mississippi.”
“I cannot consent to rob Peter, sir, to pay Paul.”
“I conceive, sir, that it is neither Peter nor Paul that is in
question, but the success of our arms. The enemy’s forces are uniting
to invade. Equally ours should unite to repel. General Holmes and his
army are doing little in Arkansas. Here they might do much.—If we had
the strong works and garrison I speak of—”
“You would abandon all the batteries up and down the river?”
“A giant properly posted will guard the Mississippi better than will
your long line of dwarfs.”
“Pray, sir, do not say _my_ line of batteries. They are not mine.”
“I will say, then, your Excellency, General Pemberton’s.”
“You, sir, and not General Pemberton, are in command of the Department
of the West.”
“So, when it is convenient, it is said. I have, then, sir, authority
to concentrate batteries and a certain proportion of troops at the
bend of the river?”
“We will take, sir, your ideas under consideration.”
The President moved to the steps, the others following. The line was
still between Mr. Davis’s brows. All mounted, wheeled their horses,
moved into the street. The aides came after, the escort closed in
behind. With jingle and tramp and music, to salutes and cheering, the
party bent on inspection of the Vicksburg defences moved toward its
object.
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