She read the letter with eager interest: "Dearest little Sister: "You must bring grandmother to New Orleans at the earliest possible opportunity. Grandpa can't get out. He is as restless and unhappy as a caged tiger. Do come quickly. If you need money let me know. Hoping soon to see you. With a heart full of love, "Your big brother, "Roger." It would be best. Her grandmother would be safe there in any event. If our troops again captured New Orleans she would be in the house of the South. If the Federal army still held it, she was at home in her grandson's house. The wildest rumors were flying thick. No passes would be issued to leave the city on any pretext. Beauregard was reported about to move his army from Corinth to attack Baton Rouge. The troops were massing for the defense of the city. The Federal cavalry had scoured the country for ten miles in search of guerillas. Through all the turmoil and confusion of the wildly disordered house Jennie kept repeating the foolish old hymn in soft monotones: "_I hope to die shouting--the Lord will provide!_" General Williams sent a guard to protect the house. A file of six soldiers marched to the gate and their commander saluted: "Madam, the pickets await your orders." General Williams had met her brother in New Orleans. His loyalty was enough to mark the beautiful old homestead for protection. Jennie laughed. It was a funny situation were it not so tragic. Her father and three brothers fighting these men with tooth and nail while an officer saluted and put his soldiers at her command. Butler's men were arresting the aged citizens of Baton Rouge now. Without charge or warrant they were hustled on the transports, hurried to New Orleans and thrown into jail. Jennie ground her white teeth with rage: "Oh, to be ruled by such a wretch!" From the first day he had set foot on the soil of Louisiana Butler had made himself thoroughly loathed. His order reflecting on the character of the women of New Orleans had not only shocked the South, it had roused the indignation of the civilized world. A proud and sensitive people had no redress. One of the first six citizens sentenced to prison in Fort Jackson was Dr. Craven, the Methodist minister. A soldier nosing about his house at night had heard the preacher at family prayers. He had asked God's blessing on the cause of the South while kneeling in prayer. When Jennie heard of it, she cried through her tears: "Show me a dungeon deep enough to keep me from praying for my brothers who are fighting for us!" The speech of Butler which had gone farthest and sank deepest into the outraged souls of the people of Southern Louisiana was his defiant utterance to Solomon Benjamin on the threat of England to intervene in our struggle: