Love stories; Reconstruction (U.S. history, 1865-1877) -- Fiction; Southern States -- History -- 1865-1877 -- Fiction
But Kitty and the landlady implored him not to go, and as a final
compromise the latter agreed to guide him through her premises to her
neighbor's house on Chartres Street, where he could find out all that
was going on without being exposed to the danger of the street; and in a
few moments more we were both, he and I, standing on a balcony that
overhung the latter street. Royal Street had been wellnigh deserted.
Chartres Street was a scene of excitement and confusion. Far down to the
left we could see the flash of small-arms and hear the shouts of the
excited men. Directly under us, numbers of citizens were running, some
towards Jackson Square, where the fighting was going on, others towards
Canal Street, as though eager to get out of the way. A man living in the
house had just come in, pale and panting, and to our quick inquiries he
replied that at nine o'clock a great crowd of citizens had suddenly
assaulted the police station opposite Jackson Square; had whipped out
the police and completely gutted the building; that they had things all
their own way until General Badger suddenly appeared with a big gun and
a lot of reinforcements, and now there was going to be a tremendous
fight. Crowds of citizens were coming from every direction and hemming
in the police, and no more reinforcements could reach them, said our
informant.
Even as he spoke, we saw a large body of men in civilian garb, but many
or most of them armed with shot-guns and rifles, coming up Chartres
Street from the Square. Halting at the corner below us, some twenty or
thirty of them were told off and left there; the others went on. Their
leaders spoke in low tones to the people they met in the street, and the
latter turned back as though in implicit obedience. In five minutes,
except the silent groups of armed men at the corner, Chartres Street was
as deserted as at dawn of day. The firing and noise had ceased.
"There are crowds going down Custom-House Street and the levee," said
our still panting friend. "These parties are being thrown out in every
direction to prevent more of the police from getting in to help Badger;
then in course of an hour we'll have five thousand citizens down there
around the Square, and if the United States troops don't interfere it
will be all up with the police."
In eager interest Harrod and I waited. Below us the party at the corner
had posted two sentinels, who were pacing across the street in most
approved soldierly fashion. Every now and then a distant cheer was heard
over towards the levee,--fresh bodies of citizens were coming in or
somebody was making a speech perhaps. Harrod went back to the house to
reassure Pauline, but speedily returned. Vinton was still sleeping
quietly, and the doctor was there with the ladies. He said it was
understood on the street that at ten o'clock the citizens were going to
resume the attack and with every prospect of success. Already they had
an overwhelming force.
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