United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
The summer-house had already a thatch of vines, but bare columns upheld
the roof, and it occupied a little circular space of gravel, whence a
broad gravel walk ran toward each point of the compass. An approach
could be instantly observed, a step instantly heard, and therefore it
did not seem to Julius altogether incongruous that business of
importance and details of secrecy should presently be broached. The
table in the centre was all at once covered with papers, and he began to
understand the mysteries that had hitherto baffled him when gradually
the details of a very bold and extensive blockade-running scheme were
unfolded.
This was in defiance, of course, of the Federal regulations, and in so
far militated against no interest of the government that Julius had
sworn to serve. But it was a private enterprise for personal profit, and
whether the export of cotton from the country to England at this
juncture accorded with the policy of the Confederate States he had no
means of knowing. At one time, he was aware, there existed an impression
that the official withholding of such shipments as could be effected by
running the blockade tended to create such paucity of the staple in the
English market as might influence the already pronounced disposition of
the British to interfere in aid of the Confederacy, and bringing the war
to an end remove this restriction of manufactures and trade. All this
was beyond his province. He held very still, remained keenly observant,
watching for the loophole that might enable him to quit these tortuous
ways for the very simple matter of fighting the battles of his section.
After these various turmoils of doubt, and hope, and despair, it would
be a mere trifle to charge with his company to the muzzles of the
biggest howitzers that ever bellowed.
He discovered that these men were in correspondence with secret agents
in the Confederacy; they spoke of various depots of the cotton which
presently developed as mere caches--bales hidden in swamps, to be
brought out only by such craft as could navigate bayous, or in deserted
gin-houses on abandoned plantations, or in old tumble-down warehouses on
the outskirts of towns,--never much at any one point, but all that could
be found and bought, and concealed and held, to be gotten away at last
to a foreign market. The system sought to reach to the Gulf of Mexico,
to gather up the scattered wayside stores, and either by taking
advantage of some lapse of Federal vigilance, or else by strategy, to
run the blockade with a ship-load, and away for England! Thus the
enterprise was contrary to the policy of both factions. The Company's
gold would recruit the endurance of the South, and yet he knew that the
Confederate authorities had put the torch to thousands of bales rather
than let the cotton fall into their enemy's hands--the precious
commodity, then selling at amazing prices in the markets of New York.
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