The story of a border city during the Civil WarAnderson, Galusha
History
The story of a border city during the Civil War
Anderson, Galusha
Missouri -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865; Saint Louis (Mo.) -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865
On Monday one of them gave me a detailed account of the movement of the
Home Guards the night before. Early in the evening they threw a line of
scouts across the city from east to west. Each soldier in the line was a
square from his fellow. They then began to feel their way cautiously
toward the southern part of the city, where most of the Germans lived,
who were supposed to be so bloodthirsty. As they reached each street,
running east and west, the scouts halted until word was passed from one
to another along the whole extended line; then they crept on again
toward that awful, invisible enemy. Nobody was abroad on the streets.
The city was almost as still as a churchyard. The very stillness added
to the general terror and made the flesh of the timid creep. A little
before midnight these doughty scouts as they slowly moved southward,
carefully scanning every street, alley and house for some lurking foe,
saw before them armed men coming towards them from the south. They
hailed each other. Word was passed along the whole of their respective
lines; at last they were all gathered together. They were not enemies
but friends, all equally intent on keeping the peace. Each man eagerly
told what had been transpiring during the day in the part of the city to
which he belonged. These scouts that had gone southward said that hosts
of American-born citizens, living in the central part of the city, heard
and fully believed that the Germans were coming up in force to loot and
burn their houses and put them to the sword. On the other hand, the
armed Germans said that the southern part of the city, where they lived,
had all day been filled with terror, because a baseless rumor was firmly
believed that the American-born citizens to the north of them were
coming down to loot and burn their dwellings and kill them. Having thus
told of the mutual fears of those whom they represented, and found their
fancied foes to be their ardent friends, gloom gave way to merriment and
joy. The whole day with all its fantastic scenes inspired by abject fear
seemed now a huge joke. All anxiety gone, these mutual guardians of the
peace shook hands with each other and shook their sides with laughter.
Proud of the city in which they lived and grateful for its continued
safety, they gave three cheers for her. The sound of those ringing
cheers at midnight carried assurance and quietude to many that heard.
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