Humorous stories, American; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories, American
Out West there was a good deal of confusion in men’s minds during the
first months of the great trouble—a good deal of unsettledness, of
leaning first this way, then that, then the other way. It was hard for
us to get our bearings. I call to mind an instance of this. I was
piloting on the Mississippi when the news came that South Carolina had
gone out of the Union on the 20th of December, 1860. My pilot-mate was a
New Yorker. He was strong for the Union; so was I. But he would not
listen to me with any patience; my loyalty was smirched, to his eye,
because my father had owned slaves. I said, in palliation of this dark
fact, that I had heard my father say, some years before he died, that
slavery was a great wrong, and that he would free the solitary negro he
then owned if he could think it right to give away the property of the
family when he was so straitened in means. My mate retorted that a mere
impulse was nothing—anybody could pretend to a good impulse; and went on
decrying my Unionism and libeling my ancestry. A month later the
secession atmosphere had considerably thickened on the Lower
Mississippi, and I became a rebel; so did he. We were together in New
Orleans, the 26th of January, when Louisiana went out of the Union. He
did his full share of the rebel shouting, but was bitterly opposed to
letting me do mine. He said that I came of bad stock—of a father who had
been willing to set slaves free. In the following summer he was piloting
a Federal gun-boat and shouting for the Union again, and I was in the
Confederate army. I held his note for some borrowed money. He was one of
the most upright men I ever knew; but he repudiated that note without
hesitation, because I was a rebel, and the son of a man who owned
slaves.
In that summer—of 1861—the first wash of the wave of war broke upon the
shores of Missouri. Our State was invaded by the Union forces. They took
possession of St. Louis, Jefferson Barracks, and some other points. The
Governor, Claib Jackson, issued his proclamation calling out fifty
thousand militia to repel the invader.
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