United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
These were noble words, and to all minds not confused by the turmoil,
passion, and prejudices of the hour, they presented the issue squarely.
If the leaders of the South desired peaceful negotiation, the way was
opened, the opportunity offered; if they were resolved on the
destruction of the Union, Lincoln's oath meant countless men and
countless treasure to defend it.
Men almost held their breath in suspense. The air became thick with
rumors of compromise and peace. Even late in March, Mr. Seward, the
President's chief adviser, "believed and argued that the revolution
throughout the South had spent its force and was on the wane; and that
the evacuation of Sumter and the manifestation of kindness and
confidence to the Rebel and Border States would undermine the
conspiracy, strengthen the Union sentiment and Union majorities, and
restore allegiance and healthy political action without resort to civil
war."
To Graham, who, in common with millions in their homes, was studying
the problem, this course seemed so rational and so advantageous to all
concerned, that he accepted it as the outline of the future. The old
major shook his head and growled, "You don't know the South; it's too
late; their blood is up."
Hilland added exultantly, "Neither do you know the North, Graham. There
will come a tidal wave soon that will carry Mr. Seward and the
hesitating President to the boundaries of Mexico."
The President was not hesitating, in the weak sense of the word.
Equally removed from Mr. Buchanan's timidity and Mr. Seward's
optimistic confidence, he was feeling his way, gathering the reins into
his hands, and seeking to comprehend an issue then too obscure and vast
for mortal mind to grasp. What is plain to-day was not plain then.
It speedily became evident, however, that all talk of compromise on the
part of the Southern leaders was deceptive--that they were relentlessly
pursuing the course marked out from the first, hoping, undoubtedly,
that the government would be paralyzed by their allies at the North,
and that their purposes would be effected by negotiation and foreign
intervention.
And so the skies grew darker and the political and social atmosphere so
thick with doubt and discordant counsels that the horizon narrowed
about even those on the mountain-top of power. All breathed heavily and
felt the oppression that precedes some convulsion of nature.
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