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Only he explains that he Is really no pirate at all, not even a sailor; at the worst he Is simply the Innocent shore agent or business manager of pirates. Also, he declares that he Is very patriotic and very rich, and might add " very criminal " without startling the truth. Why has he come to see Monsieur General? Only to show him a letter from the English Admiralty, brought by the General's old friend. Captain Percy, late of H. R. H. Ship Hermes, offering him, Jean Lafitte, a captain's commis- sion In the royal navy, thirty thousand dollars in English gold, and the privilege of looting New Orleans, if he will but aid in the city's capture. Now he, Jean Lafitte, scorning these base attempts upon his honor, desires to offer his own and the services of his buccaneers to the 156 WATCH FIRES OF ENGLISH General in repulsing those villain English, whom he looks upon with loathing as Greeks bearing gifts. " Only," concludes Jean Lafitte, his black rat eyes taking on a sly expression, " my two best captains, Dominique and Bluche, together with most of their crews, are locked up in the New Orleans calaboose." The General considers a moment, looking the while deep into the rat eyes of Jean Lafitte. The scrutiny is satisfactory; there is nothing there save an anxiety to get his men out of jail. This the General is pleased to regard as credit- able to Jean Lafitte. He comes back to the question in hand. " Dominique and Bluche," he repeats. " Can they fight? " " They can do anything with a cannon, Mon- sieur General, which your sharpshooters do with their squirrel rifles." The General has the caged Dominique and Bluche brought before him. They are hardy, daring, brown men of the sea, with bushy hair, curling beards, gold rings in their ears, crimson handkerchiefs about their heads, gay shirts, sashes of silk, short voluminous trousers, like Breton fisherman, and loose sea boots — alto- 157 WHEN MEN GREW TALL gether of the brine briny are Dominique and Bluche.' One glance convinces the General. The order is issued, and the two pirates with their followers take their places as artillerists where the wary Coffee may keep an eye on them. The English fleet arrives and anchors off the Louisiana coast. Loaded scuppers-deep with soldiers and sailors and marines, the lighter craft enter Lake Borgne. They sight the six cockleshells of Lieutenant Jones, and make for them. Lieutenant Jones, with his cockleshells, slowly and carefully retreats. He retreats so carefully that one after another the English boats, to the round number of a score, run aground on divers mud banks, where they stick, looking exceed- ing foolish. When the last pursuing boat is fast on the mud banks. Lieutenant Jones anchors his six cockleshells where the English may only get at him in small boats, and awaits results. The English are in no wise backward. Down splash the small boats, in tumble the men, and presently they are pulling down upon the wait- ing Lieutenant Jones — twelve men for every one of his. The small boats have swivels mounted in their bows, and by way of prelimi- nary, stand off from the six cockleshells, waging 158 WATCH FIRES OF ENGLISH battle with their little bow guns. This is a mis- take. Lieutenant Jones returns the fire -from his cockleshells, sinks four of the small boats, and spills out the crews among the alligators. Un- happily, it is winter, and the alligators are sound asleep in the mud below, by which effect of the season the spilled ones are pulled aboard their sister boats with legs and arms intact. Being reorganized, and having enough of swivel war, the English fleet of small boats rush the six cockleshells, and after a fierce strug- gle, take them by weight of numbers. The English Captain Lockyer, following the fight, wipes the blood from his face, which has been scratched by a cutlass, and reports to Admiral Cockrane his success, and adds : " The American loss is, killed and wounded, sixty; English, ninety-four." Being masters of Lake Borgne, the English go about the landing of troops on Pine Island. The sixteen hundred first ashore are formed into an advance battalion and ordered forward. They go splashing through the swamps toward the river like so many muskrats, and in the wet, cold, dripping end crawl out on a narrow belt of sugar-cane stubble which bristles between the levee and the swamp from which they have 159 WHEN MEN GREW TALL emerged. Finding dry land under their feet, they cheer up a bit, and build fires to make com- fortable their bivouac while waiting the coming of their comrades, still wallowing in the swamp. Night descends, but finds those sixteen hun- dred of the English advance reasonably gay; for, while the present is distressing, their fel- lows by brigades will be with them in the morn- ing, and they may then march on to sumptuous New Orleans, where — as goes their war word — theirs shall be the " Beauty and Booty " for which they have come so far. And so the chilled, starved sixteen hundred of that English advance hold out their benumbed hands to the fires, and console themselves with what the poet describes as " The Pleasures of Anticipation." And in this instance, of course, the anticipations are sure of fulfillment, for what shall withstand them? The raw, cowardly militia of the coun- try? Absurd! As confirmatory of this, a subaltern hands about a copy of the London Sun which has a description of Americans. The others peruse it by the light of their camp fires. It makes timely reading, since it is ever worth while to gather — so that they be reliable — what scraps one may descriptive of an enemy. The Eng- i6o WATCH FIRES OF ENGLISH lish, crouched about their fires, are much bene- fited by the following: " The American armies of Copper Captains and Falstaff recruits defy the pen of satire to paint them worse than they are — worthless, lying, treacherous, false, slanderous, cowardly, and vaporing heroes, with boasting on their loud tongues and terror in their quaking hearts. Were it not that the course of punishment they are to receive is necessary to the ends of moral and political justice, we declare before our country that we should feel ashamed of victory over such ignoble foes. The quarrel resembles ^ one between a gentleman and a sweep — the former may beat the low scoundrel to his heart's content, but there is no honor in the exploit, and he is sure to be covered with the soil and dirt of his ignominious antagonist. But neces- sity will sometimes compel us to descend from our station to chastise a vagabond, and endure the degradation of such a contest in order to repress, by wholesome correction, the presump- tuous insolence and mischievous designs of the basest assailant." The young English officers find this refresh- ing as literature. It might have been less up- lifting could they have foreseen how ninety years later England will fawn upon and flatter and wheedle America to the point which sick- i6i WHEN MEN GREW TALL ens, while her bankrupt nobility make that de- spised region a hunting ground where, equipped of a title and a coat of arms, they track heir- esses to lairs of gold and marry them. Now that the satisfied English are asleep about their fires, it behooves one to hear how the General is faring. The day with him is one fraught with work. Word reaches him of the captured cockleshells on Lake Borgne. Also it reaches that valuable Legislature — honey- combed of treason. The Legislature sends a committee to ask the General what will be his course If he's beaten back. The General Is hardly courteous: " Tell your honorable body," says he, " that if disaster overtake me and the fate of war drives me from my lines to the city, they may expect to have a very warm session," Mr. Livingston catches the adjective. The committee having departed, he propounds a query. "A warm session, General!" says he. *' What do you mean by that? " " Ned," replies the General, " If I am beaten here, I shall fall back on the city, fire it, and fight It out in the flames! Nothing for the maintenance of the enemy shall be left. New 162 WATCH FIRES OF ENGLISH Orleans destroyed, I shall occupy a position on the river above, cut off supplies, and, since I can't drive, I shall starve the English out of the coun- try. There is this difference, Ned, between me and those fellows from the Legislature. They think only of the city and its safety. For my side, I'm not here to defend the city, but the nation at large." On the heels of this, the Legislature whispers of surrendering Louisiana to the English by resolution. It is scarcely feasible as a plan, but it angers the General. He stations a guard at the door of the chamber and turns the members away. " We can dispense with your sessions," says he. " We have laws enough ; our great need now is men and muskets at the front." The patricians of the Legislature are scandal- ized as being shut out of their chamber. " Did I not tell you," cries the prophetic House Speaker, " did I not tell you this fellow was a desperado, and would wage war like a savage : The members retire from the guarded doors, cursing the General under their breath. Their doorkeeper, a low, common person, is so struck by what the General has said anent men and 163 WHEN MEN GREW TALL muskets, that he gets a gun and joins that " des- perado." And wherefore no? Patriotism has been the mark of vulgar souls in every age. Colonel Coffee's hunting-shirt scouts come in and report the watch fires of those sixteen hundred of the English advance winking and blinking among the sugar stubble. "Ah!" says the General, "I've a mind to disturb their dreams." The General dispatches word to Commodore Patterson to have the Carolina in readiness to act with his forces. Then he sends for the in- dispensable Coffee. " Coffee, we shall attack them to-night." The wise Coffee gives the grunt acquiescent. " Thank you, Coffee ! " says the General. The council over, Colonel Coffee goes to turn out the troops. This is to be done softly, as a surprise is aimed at. Now on the dread threshold of battle. Papa Plauche of the " Fathers of Families " is over- come. As the intrepid " Fathers " fall into line, tears fill Papa Plauche's eyes, and he ap- peals to neighbor St. Geme. " I am a Frenchman! " cries Papa Plauche, tossing his arms; " I am a Frenchman, and do not fear to die! But, alas! mon St. Geme, I 164 WATCH FIRES OF ENGLISH fear I have not the courage to lead the ' Fathers of Families ' to slaughter." "Hush, Papa Plauche!" returns the good St. Geme, made wretched by the grief of his friend. "Hush! Command yourself! Do not let the wild General hear you ; he will not, with his coarse nature, understand such senti- ments." Captain Roche, of the " Fathers of Fami- lies," steps in front of his company. Striking his breast melodramatically, he sings out: " Sergeant Roche, advance! " Sergeant Roche advances. "Embrace me, brother!" cries Captain Roche in broken utterances, " embrace me! It is perhaps for the last time." The brothers Roche embrace, and the " Fathers of Families " are melted by the tab- leau. "Sergeant Roche, return to your place!" commands the devoted Captain Roche, and the sergeant, weeping, lapses into the ranks. The hunting-shirt men, witnesses of these touching scenes, are rude enough to laugh, and by way of parody embrace one another effu- sively. As they depart through the dark for their station, they break into whispered debate 165 WHEN MEN GREW TALL as to whether the theatrical grief of Papa Plauche, the brothers Roche, and the " Fathers of Famihes " is due to their Creole blood, or their city breeding, either, according to the the- ories of the hunting-shirt men, being calculated to promote the effeminate in a man. While they thus wrangle, there comes an angry hiss- ing whisper from Colonel Coffee, like the hiss of a serpent : "Silence!" Every hunting-shirt man is stricken dumb. They move forward like shadows, right flank skirting the cypress swamp. To the far left they hear the moccasined, half-muffled tramp of Colonel Carroll's men — their hunting-shirt brothers from the Cumberland. As they turn a bend in the swamp, they see not a furlong away the flickering and shadow dancing of the watch fires of the tired English. At this every hunting-shirt man makes certain the flint is se- cure in the hammer of his rifle, and loosens the knife and tomahawk In his rawhide belt. XIV THE BATTLE IN THE DARK 12 CHAPTER XIV THE BATTLE IN THE DARK AS the hunting-shirt men come within sight of the blinking lights, which polka-dot the sugar stubble In front and mark the bivouac of the English, Colonel Coffee sends the whispered word along the line to halt. At this, the hunting-shirt men crouch in the lee of the cypress swamp, and wait. Colonel Coffee Is lying by for the signal which shall tell him to begin. Before the movement commences, the Gen- eral calls Colonel Coffee to one of their cele- brated conferences. " It is my purpose, Coffee," explains the General, " merely to shake them up a bit. An attack will cure them of overconfidence, and break the teeth of their conceit. This should hold them in check, and give us time for certain earthworks I meditate. The signal will be a gun from the Carolina. When you hear the 169 WHEN MEN GREW TALL gun, Coffee, attack everything wearing a red coat. But be careful!" Here the General lifts, a long, admonitory finger. " Do not fol- low too far ! Reinforcements are crawling out of the swamp to the rear of the English every hour, and the only certainty is that, even as we talk, they outnumber us two for one." The faithful Coffee departs. As he reaches the door, the General calls after him: " Don't forget, Coffee ! The gun from the Carolina ! " The hunting-shirt men lie waiting by the cypress swamp. On their near left is Papa Plauche and his " Fathers of Families." Be- yond these is a half company of regulars, which the General has brought up from the near-by post. On the Bayou Road, between the regu- lars and the river, is the General himself, with a brace of small field pieces. It is a moonless night, and what light the stars might furnish is withheld by a blanket- screen of thick clouds. No night could be darker; for, lest an occasional star find a cloud- rift and peer through, a fog drifts up from the river. This is good for the English, since It hides their watch fires, which one by one are 170 THE BATTLE IN THE DARK lost in the mists. The darkness deepens until even the hawk-eyed hunting-shirt men, trained by much night fighting to a nocturnal keenness of vision, are unable to make out their nearest comrades. The pitch blackness, and the fog chill creep- ing over him, tell on Papa Plauche. He whis- pers sorrowfully to his friend St. Geme. " Neighbor St. Geme," he says, " these dif- ferences should be adjusted by argument, and not by deadly guns. I see that he who would either shoot or be shot by his fellow-man, is in an erroneous position." Before the kindly St. Geme may frame re- sponse, a liquid tongue of flame illuminates the broad dark bosom of the river. It is followed sharply by a crashing " Boom! " This is the word from the Carolina. The signal carries dismay into the hearts of the English, since Commodore Patterson, whose genius is thoroughgoing, is at pains to load the gun with two pecks of slugs, and eighty- four killed and wounded are the red English harvest of that one discharge. The frightened drums beat the alarm, and the ranks of Eng- lish form. As they grasp their arms the nine broadside guns of the Carolina begin to rake 171 WHEN MEN GREW TALL them. With this the English fall slowly back from the river. The rearward movement, while managed slowly because of the darkness, brings discour- aging results. The English retreat into the hunting-shirt men, who are skirmishing up from the cypress swamp. The English are first told of this new danger by the spitting flashes which remind them of needles of fire, and the crack of the long squirrel rifles like the snap- ping of a whip. Here and there, too, a groan is heard, as the sightless lead finds some Eng- lish breast. This augments the blind horror of the hour. The trapped English reply in a desultory fashion, and make a bad matter worse. The hunting-shirt men' locate them by the flash of their guns, at which they shoot with incredible quickness and accuracy. With men falling like November's leaves, the English give ground to the south, which saves them somewhat from both the Carolina and the hunting-shirt men. Guessing the English direction, the hunting- shirt men follow, loading and firing as they ad- vance. Now and then a hunting-shirt man overtakes an individual foe, and settles the na- tional differences which divide them with toma- 172 1 Major-General Andrew Jackson at New Orleans From a painting by Chap pel. THE BATTLE IN THE DARK hawk and knife. It Is cruel work — this unsee- ing bloodshed in the dark, and disturbingly new to the English, who express their dislike for it. While the hunting-shirt men drive the Eng- lish along the fringe of the cypress swamp, the General, a half mile nearer the river, is work- ing his two field pieces. Affairs proceed to his warlike satisfaction — and this is saying a deal for one so insatiate in matters of blood — until a flying ounce of lucky English lead wounds a horse on the number two gun. This brings present relief to those English in the General's front; for the hurt animal upsets the gun into the ditch. It takes fifteen minutes to put it on its proper wheels again. The accident dis- gruntles the General; but he bears it with what philosophy he may, and in good truth is pleased to find that the gun carriage has not been smashed In the upset. " Save the gun! " Is his word to the artillery men; and when It Is saved he praises them. At the booming signal from the Carolina, the intrepid Papa Plauche cries out: "Forwards, brave Fathers of Families! Forwards, heroes ! " The " Fathers " respond, and go on with the hunting-shirt men. But their pace Is sedate; 173 WHEN MEN GREW TALL and this last results in an impoliteness which disturbs the excellent Papa Plauche to the core. The hunting-shirt men are, for the major portion, riotous young blades from the back- woods. Moreover, they are used to this prowl- ing warfare of the night. Is it wonder then that they advance more rapidly than does Papa Plauche with his " Fathers," whose step is measured and dignified as becomes the heads of households? Thus it befalls that, do their dignified best, Papa Plauche and his " Fathers " are left be- hind by the hunting-shirt men, who, deploying more and still more to the left, extend them- selves in front of Papa Plauche. This does not suit the latter's hardy tastes, and he frets ferociously. He grows condemnatory, as the spitting rifle flashes show him that the vain- glorious hunting-shirt men are between him and those English whom he hungers to destroy. In- deed, he fumes like tiger cheated of its prey. " But we shall extricate ourselves, neighbor St. Geme ! " cries Papa Plauche. " We shall yet extricate ourselves! Behold!" The " Behold ! " is the foreword of certain masterly maneuvers by Papa Plauche among the sugar stubble. The maneuvers free the far- 174 THE BATTLE IN THE DARK seeing Papa Plauche and his " Fathers " from those obstructive, unmannerly hunting-shirt men, who have cut off their advance even in its indomitable bud. The " Fathers " being better used to shop floors than plowed fields, however, make difficult work of it. At last courage has its reward, and the " Fathers " uncover their dauntless front. " Oh, my brave St. Geme ! " cries Papa Plauche, when his strategy has put the hunting- shirt men on his right, where they belong, " nothing can save the caitiff English now ! Those ruffians in hunting tunics who pro- tected them no longer impede our front. For- wards! " The final word has hardly issued from be- tween the clenched teeth of Papa Plauche when a rustling in the stubble apprises him of the foe. "Fire, Fathers of Families, fire!" shouts Papa Plauche, and such is the fury which con- sumes him that the shout is no shout, but a screech. It is enough! One by one each "Father" discharges his flintlock. The procession of re- ports is rather ragged, and now and again a considerable wait occurs between shots, like a 175 WHEN MEN GREW TALL great gap in a picket fence. Still, the last " Father " finally finds the trigger, and the command of Papa Plauche is obeyed. The " Fathers " hurt no one by this savage volley, for their aim like their hearts is high. It is quite as well they do not. The stubble- disturbing force in front chances to be none other than that half company of regulars, to whose rear it seems the inadvertent Papa Plauche, in freeing them from the hunting-shirt men, has led his " Fathers." The regulars are in a towering rage with Papa Plauche; but since no one has been injured, and Papa. Plauche is profuse in his apologies, their anger presently subsides. The regulars again take up their bloody work upon the retreating Eng- lish, while the discouraged Papa Plauche and the ** Fathers," full of confusion and chagrin at twice being balked, remain where they are. " After all, neighbor St. Geme," observes Papa Plauche, " the mistake was theirs. Did they not usurp the place which belonged to the English, in thus getting in front of us? It should teach them to beware how they put themselv^es in the path of my ' Fathers,' whose wrath is terrible." For two black, sightless hours the hunting- 176 THE BATTLE IN TK^E DARK shirt men crowd the English to th ie south. Then the General draws them off. They come, bringing as captives one colonel, two majo -.fs, three captains, and sixty-four privates. Also" they have killed and wounded two hundred and thirteen of the English, which comforts them marvelously. They themselves have suffered but slightly, and the backloads of English guns they carry will gladden many an unarmed Ken- tucky heart. Now when he has them together, the beloved Coffee at their head, the General leads the way to the thither side of the Roderlquez Canal, where he plans a line of breastworks. Ar- riving, the weary hunting-shirt men build fires, and make themselves easy for the balance of the night. After a brief rest, the thoughtful General detaches a party with one of the field guns, to interest the English until daylight. " For I think. Coffee," says he, " that If we keep them awake, they will be apt to sleep to- morrow; and so leave us free to work on our defenses." \ XV COTTON BALES AND SUGAR CASKS CHAPTER XV COTTON BALES AND SUGAR CASKS IT Is the day before Christmas when the General lays out his line for fortifications. The Roderiquez Canal is no canal at all, but a disused mill race, which an active man can leap and any one may wade. The General will make a moat of it, and raise his breastworks along its mile-length muddy course, between the river and the cypress swamp. He keeps an army of mules and negroes, with scrapers and carts, hard at work, heaping up the earth. A boat load of cotton is lying at the levee. The cotton bales are rolled ashore, and added to the heaped-up earth. This pleases Papa Plauche. " It is singular," he remarks to neighbor St. Geme, " that cotton, which has been my busi- ness support for years, should now defend my life." There is a low place to the General's front. He cuts the levee; and soon the Mississippi i8i WHEN MEN GREW TALL furnishes three feet of water, to serve as a wet drawback to any English advance. The lat- ter, however, are not thinking on an advance. Supports have come dripping from the swamp, and swollen their numbers to threefold the General's force; but none the less their hearts are weak. That horrifying night attack, when their blood was shed in the dark, has broken the heart of their vanity, and a paralyzing fear of those dangerous hunting-shirt men lies all across the English like a cloud. More and worse, the Carolina swings downstream, abreast of their position, and her broadsides drive them to hide in ditches and the cypress borders of the swamp. There is no peace, no safety, on the flat, stubble ground, while light remains by which to point the Carolina's guns. Nor does nightfall bring relief. Those empty-handed Kentuckians must be provided for; and, no sooner does the sun go down, than the hunting-shirt men by two and three go forth in search of English muskets. They shoot down sentries, and carry away their dead belongings. Does an English group assemble round a camp fire, it becomes an invitation sel- dom neglected. A party of hunting-shirt men 182 COTTON AND SUGAR creep within range and begin the butchery. There is never the moment, dayhght and dark, when the unhappy English are not within the icy reach of death. There is no repose, no safety ! A chill dread claims them like a palsy ! The English complain bitterly at this bush- whacking; which, to the hunting-shirt men, reared in schools of Indian war, is the merest A B c of battle. The harassed English de- nounce the General as a barbarian, in whose savage bosom burns no spark of chivalry. They recall how in their late campaigns In Spain, English and French pickets spent peace- filled weeks within fifty yards of one another, exchanging nothing more deadly than coffee and compliments. The grim General refuses to be affected by the French-English example. He continues to pile up his earthworks, while the hunting-shirt men go forth to pot nightly English as usual. The situation wears away the courage of the English to a white and paper thinness. While the General is fortifying his lines, and the hunting-shirt men are stalking English sentinels, peace is signed in Europe between America and England. But Europe is far away; and there is no Atlantic cable. And so 13 183 WHEN MEN GREW TALL the General continues at his congenial labors undisturbed. Christmas does not go unrecognized in the General's camp. He himself attempts nothing of festival sort, and only drives his fortifying mules and negroes the harder. But the hunt- ing-shirt men celebrate by cleaning their rifles, molding bullets, refilling powder horns, and whetting knives and tomahawks to a more lethal edge. As for Papa Plauche and the " Fathers of Families," they become jocund. Their wives and daughters purvey them roast fowls in little wicker baskets, and the warmest wines of Bur- gundy In bottles. Whereupon Papa Plauche and his " Fathers " wax blithe and merry, singing the songs of France and talking of old loves. And now Sir Edward Pakenham arrives, and relieves General Keane In command of the English. With him comes General Gibbs. The two listen to the reports of General Keane, and shrug polite shoulders as he speaks of the savage valor of the Americans. It is prepos- terous that peasants clad in skins, and not a bayonet among them, should check the flower of England. General Keane does not reply to 184 COTTON AND SUGAR the polite shrug. He reflects that the General, with his hunting-shirt men, can be relied upon to later make convincing answer. Upon the morning which follows the advent of General Pakenham, the English see a mo- ment of good fortune. A red-hot shot sets fire to the Carolina, as she swings downstream on her cable for that daily bombardment, and burns her to the water line. This cheers the English mightily; and does not discourage Commodore Patterson, who transfers his ac- tivities to the decks of the Louisiana. Sir Edward gives the General three uninter- rupted days. This the latter warrior improves so far as to rear his earthworks to a height of four feet, and mount five guns. On the fourth day the English are led out to the as- sault. Sir Edward does not say so, but he expects to march over those four-foot walls of mud and cotton bales as he might over any other casual four-foot obstruction, and go up to the city beyond. The sequel does not justify Sir Edward's optimism. The moment the English approach within two hundred yards of the General's line, a sheet of fire hisses all along. The English melt away like smoke. They break and run, 185 WHEN MEN GREW TALL seeking refuge in the cross ditches which drain the stubble lands. Once in the ditches, they are made to sit fast by the watchful hunting- shirt men, whose aim is death and who shoot at every exposed two square inches of English flesh and blood. All day the English must crouch in the sav- ing mud and water of those ditches, and it rufiles their self-regard. With darkness for a shield. Sir Edward brings them off. He ex- plains the disaster to his staff by calling it a " reconnoissance." General Keane also calls it a " reconnoissance " ; but there is a satisfied grin on his war-worn face. Sir Edward has received a taste of the mettle of those " peasants," and may now take a more tolerant, and less politely cynical, view of what earlier setbacks were ex- perienced by General Keane. As for the sev- enty dead who lie, faces to the quiet stars, among the sugar stubble, they say nothing. And whether it be called a " reconnoissance " or a defeat matters little to them. "What do you think of it?" asks Sir Ed- ward of his friend, General Gibbs, as the two confer over a bottle of port. " Sir Edward," returns the General, " I should call a council of war." i86 COTTON AND SUGAR Sir Edward winces. It is too great an honor for the brother-in-law of Lord Wellington to pay a " Copper Captain " like the General. For all that he calls it; and the call assembles, besides Generals Gibbs and Keane, those salt- water soldiers, Admirals Cochrane, Codrington and Malcolm, and Captain Hardy whom Nel- son loved. Sir John Burgoyne, the chief of the i English engineers, is also there. The solemn debate lasts hours. The decision Is to regard the General's position as " A walled and forti- fied place, to be reduced by regular and formal approaches." Which Is flattering to the Gen- eral's engineering skill. The council breaks up. The next morning Sir John Burgoyne commits a stroke of genius. He rolls out of the storehouses to the English rear countless hogsheads of sugar. Night sets in, foggy and black. Under Its protecting cover, Sir John trundles his hundreds of hogs- heads to a point not six hundred yards from the General's mud walls. Till daybreak the English work. They set the hogsheads on end — four close-packed thicknesses of them, two tier high. Ingenious portholes are left to receive the muzzles of the guns, and thirty cannon, which have been dragged through the 187 WHEN MEN GREW TALL cypress swamp from the fleet, are placed in position. Those hogsheads of sugar, with the thirty black muzzles frowning forth, impress folk as a most formidable fortalice, when the upshooting sun rolls back the fog and offers a view of them. The General, however, does not hesitate; he instantly opens with his five, and the thirty guns of the English bellow their iron response. Hardly a whit behind the General, the active Commodore Patterson drops downstream with the Louisiana, and throws the weight of her broadsides against the English. The big-gun duel is hot and furious, and the rolling clouds of powder smoke shut out the fighters from one another. They do not pause for that, but fire blindly through the smoke, sighting their guns by guess. When the smoke has cloaked the scene, Sir Edward orders two columns of the English foot to storm the Gen- eral's mud walls. The columns advance, and run headforemost into the hunting-shirt men. The sleety rain of lead which greets them rolls the columns up like two red carpets. The recoiling columns break, and the English take cover for a second time in those saving ditches. They declare i88 COTTON AND SUGAR among themselves that mortal man might more easily face the fires of hell itself, than the flame-filled muzzles of the hunting-shirt men, who seem to be Death's very agents upon earth. As the broken English crouch in those ditches the fire of Sir John Burgoyne's big guns begins to falter. The smoke is so thick that no one may tell the cause. At last the English volleys altogether end, and the General orders Dominique and Bluche, with their swarthy pirate crews from Barrataria, and what other artillerists are serving his quintette of guns, to cease their stormy work. With that a silence falls on both sides. The breeze from the river tears the smoky veil aside; and lo! that noble fortification of sugar hogsheads is heaped and piled in ruins. The General's solid shot go through and through those hogsheads of sugar, as though they are hogsheads of snow. Five of the thirty English guns are smashed. The proud work of Sir John Burgoyne presents a spectacle of desolation, while the English who serve the batteries go flying for their lives. Not all ! The three-score dead remain — the only English whose honor is saved that day I 189 WHEN MEN GREW TALL Sir Edward's cheek is white as death. He blames Sir John Burgoyne, who has erred, he says, in constructing the works. Sir John did err, and Sir Edward is right. Forty years later, the same Sir John will repeat the same mistake at Sebastapol; which shows how there be Bourbons among the English, learning noth- ing, forgetting nothing. As the English skulk in clusters, and ragged, beaten groups for their old position beyond the General's long reach, the fear of death is writ- ten on their faces. It will take a long rest, and much must be forgotten, e'er they may be brought front to front with the General again. Among the hunting-shirt men are exultation and crowing triumph. Only Papa Plauche is sad. During the fight, the cotton bales in front of Papa Plauche and the " Fathers " are sorely knocked about. As though this be not enough, what must a felon hot shot do but set one of them ablaze! The smoke fills the noses of Papa Plauche and his " Fathers," and makes them sneeze. It burns their eyes until the tears the *' Fathers " shed might make one think them engaged upon the very funeral of Papa Plauche himself. 190 COTTON AND SUGAR In the tearful sneezing midst of this an- guish, a vagrant flying flake of cotton, all afire, explodes an ammunition wagon to the heroic rear of Papa Plauche and the " Fathers," and the shock is as the awful shock of doom. The fortitude of Hercules would fail at such a pinch! Papa Plauche and the "Fathers" actually and for the moment think on flight! But whither shall they fly? They are caught between Satan and a deepest sea — the ammuni- tion wagon and the English ! Also to the right, plying sponge and rammer, are the pirate Bar- ratarians who are as bad as the English! While to the left is the General, who Is worse than the ammunition wagon. "It is written!" murmurs Papa Plauche; " our fate Is sure ! We must perish where we, stand! " Papa Plauche extends his hands, and cries: " Courage, my heroes! Give your hearts to heaven, your fanie to posterity, and show history how ' Fathers of Families ' can die! " From the cypress swamp a last detachment of reenforcements emerges, and meets the beaten English coming back. General Lam- bert, with the reenforcements, is shocked as he reads their broken-hearted story in their eyes. "What Is It, Colonel?" he whispers to 191 WHEN MEN GREW TALL Colonel Dale of the Highlanders. " In heav- en's name, what stopped you? " "Bullets, mon ! '•' returns the Scotchman. " Naught but bullets! The fire of those de'ils in lang shirts wud 'a' stopped Caesar himsel' ! " XVI THE EIGHTH OF JANUARY CHAPTER XVI THE EIGHTH OF JANUARY BACK to his negroes and mules and carts and scrapers goes the General, and sets them to renewed hard labor on those Immortal mud walls which he will never get too high. Those cotton bales, so distressing to Papa Plauche and the " Fathers," are elimina- ted, at which that paternal commander breathes freer. The hunting-shirt men, with each going down of the sun, resume their nighthawk par- ties, which swoop upon English sentinels, taking lives and guns. The English themselves are a prey to dejec- tion. The foe against whom they war is so strange, so savage, so sleepless, so coldly invet- erate ! Also those incessant night attacks sap their manhood. They build no fires now, but sit in darkness through the nights. A fire is but the attractive prelude to a shower of noc- turnal lead, and the woefully lengthening list 195 WHEN MEN GREW TALL of dead and wounded tells strongly against it. To even light a cigar after dark is an approach to suicide; and so the English wrap themselves in blackness — very miserable ! Their earlier horror of the hunting-shirt men is increased; for they have three times studied backwoods marksmanship from the standpoint of targets, and the dumb chill about their heart-roots is a testimony to its awful accuracy. The General, who reads humanity as astron- omers read the heavens, is not wanting in no- tions of the gloom which envelops the English like a funeral pall. " Coffee," says he, at one of those famous war councils of two, " in their souls we have them beaten. They will fight again; but only from pride. Their hope is gone, Coffee; we have broken their hearts." The reports of the General's scouts teach him that the English will put a force across the river. In anticipation, he dispatches Com- modore Patterson, with a mixed command of soldiers and sailors, to fortify the west bank. Commodore Patterson emulates the General's four-foot mud walls and throws up a re- doubt of his own, mounting thereon twelve eighteen-pounders taken from the Louisiana. 196 THE EIGHTH OF JANUARY He tries one on the English opposite. The re- sult is gratifying; the gum pitches a solid shot all across the Mississippi and into the English lines. Eight days pass by in Indian file, and Sir Edward Pakenham with his English feels that, for his safety as much as his honor, he must attack the General, whose mud walls increase with each new sunset. The General foresees this, and has reports of Sir Edward's movements brought him every hour. On the morning of the eighth the General's scouts wake him at two o'clock and say that the English are astir. He is instantly abroad; the word goes down the line; by four o'clock every rifle is ready, each hunting-shirt man at his post. The weak spot, the one at which Sir Edward will level his utmost force, is where the Gen- eral's line finds an end in the moss-hung cypress swamp. It is there he stations the re- liable Coffee with his hunting-shirt men. To the rear, as a reserve, is General Adair with what Kentuckians the good, unerring offices of those night-prowling hunting-shirt men have armed at the red expense of the English. In the center is the redoubtable Papa Plauche 197 WHEN MEN GREW TALL and his " Fathers." The " Fathers " are be- tween the pirates Dominique and Bluche and Captain Humphries of the regular artillery. Papa Plauche is rejoiced at being thus thrust into the center. "For my heroes!" cries Papa Plauche, in a speech which he makes the " Fathers," " the center is the heart — the home of honor ! On us, my Fathers, devolves the main defense of our beloved city, where sleep our wives and children. Wherefore, be brave as vigilant — vigilant as brave! " Papa Plauche's voice is husky, but not from fear. No, it is husky by reason of a cold which, despite certain woolen nightcaps wherewith the excellent Madam Plauche equipped him for the field, he has contracted in sleeping damply among the stubble and the river fogs. Six hundred yards in front of the General's mud walls, and near the river, are a huddle of plantation buildings. The English, he argues, will mask a part of their advance with these structures. The forethoughtful General pre- pares for this, and has furnaces heating shot, to set those buildings blazing at the psycho- logical moment. Also, in response to a comic cynicism not 198 THE EIGHTH OF JANUARY usual with him, he has out the brass band of Papa Plauche, with instructions to strike up *' Yankee Doodle " as the first gun is fired. The band, In compHment to the General, has been privily rehearsing " 'Possum up a Gum Tree," which it understands is the national an- them of Tennessee, and offers to play that. The General thanks the band, but declines " 'Possum up a Gum Tree." It will not be understood by the English; whereas "Yankee Doodle " they have known and loathed for forty years. " Give 'em ' Yankee Doodle,' " says the Gen- eral. " Since they are so eager to dance, we'll furnish the proper music." Sir Edward is as soon afoot as is the Gen- eral. He finds his English steady yet dull; they will fight, but not with spirit. As the General assured the conferring Coffee, the hunting-shirt men, with their long rifles like wands of death, have broken the English heart. The English are to advance in three col- umns; General Keane on the right with Ren- nie's Rifles, in the center Dale's Highlanders, on the left, where the main attack is to be launched. General GIbbs, with three thousand of tne pride of England at his back. General 14 199 WHEN MEN GREW TALL Lambert is to hold himself in the rear of Gen- eral Gibbs, with two regiments as a reserve. As the columns form, there are eighty-five hundred of the English; against which the General opposes a scanty thirty-two hundred. And yet, upon those overpowering eighty-five hundred hangs a silence like a sadness, as though they are about to go marching to their graves. The solemn fear in which the English hold the hunting-shirt men finds pathetic evidence. As the columns wheel into position. Colonel Dale of the Highlanders gives a letter and his watch to the surgeon. *' Carry them to my wife," says he, " and tell her that I died at the head of my regi- ment." The Forty-fourth is told off to lead the main attack, and Colonel Mullins breaks into hys- terical anger. " My regiment," he cries, " has been or- dered for execution ! Our dead bodies are to fill the ditch, and form a bridge for the others to cross upon ! " Sir Duncan Campbell comes among his Highlanders, wrapped in a cloak. Some one suggests that he lay it aside. 200 o o q 23 ■-= < fc THE EIGHTH OF JANUARY " Never! " says he; " Til peel for no Ameri- can ! " and twenty-four hours later he is buried in that cloalc. The English stand to their arms, and wait the breaking of day. Slowly the minutes drag their leaden length along; morning comes at last. With the first streaks of livid dawn, a con- greve rocket flashes skyward from Sir Edward's headquarters. The rocket is the English sig- nal to advance. In a moment, General Gibbs, General Keane, and Colonel Dale with his *' praying " Highlanders are in motion. The signal rocket uncouples thousands upon thousands of fellow rockets; the air is on fire with them as they blaze aloft in mighty arcs, to fall and explode among the hunting-shirt men. " Toys for children, boys," cries the Gen- eral, as he observes the hunting-shirt men watching the flaming shower with curious, non-understanding eyes; "toys for children! They'll hurt no one!" The General is right. Those congreve rock- ets are supposed to be as deadly as artillery. Like many another commodity of war, how- ever, meant primarily to fatten contractors, 201 WHEN MEN GREW TALL they prove as Innocuous as so many huge fire- flies. The hunting-shirt men laugh at them. The battery of eighteen-pounders, wherewith the English second that flight of rockets, is a more serious affair. As the sun shoots up above the cypress swamp and rolls back the mists of morning, the English make a gallant picture. The dull yellow of the stubble in front of the General's line is gay with splotches of red and gray and green and tartan, the colors of the various Eng- lish corps. The hunting-shirt men, however, are not given much space for admiration; for, with one grand crash, the big guns go into action and the red-green-gray-tartan picture is swallowed up in powder smoke. Also, it is now that Papa Plauche's band blares forth " Yankee Doodle," while those anticipatory hot shot set fire to the plantation buildings. As the latter burst out at door and window in smoke and flames, Colonel Rennie and his riflemen are driven into the open. The conflagration gets much in the English way, and spoils the drill-room nicety of Sir Edward's onset as he has it planned. Colonel Rennie, being capable of brisk de- 202 THE EIGHTH OF JANUARY cislon, makes the best of a disconcerting situa- tion. When the flames and smoke from those fired plantation buildings drive him into the open before he is ready, he promptly orders a charge. This his riflemen obey; for the in- exorable Patterson, across the river, is already upon them with those eighteen-pounders, and his solid shot are mowing ghastly swaths through the rifle-green ranks, tossing dead men in the air like old bags. With so little inducement to stand still, the riflemen hail that word to charge as a relief, and head for the General's mud walls at double quick. The oncoming Colonel Rennie and his Eng- lish are met full in the face by a tempest of grape, from Major Humphrey and the pirates Dominique and Bluche, which throws them backward upon themselves. They bunch up and clot into lumps of disorder, like clumps of demoralized sheep in rifle-green. At that, Commodore Patterson serves his eighteen- pounders with multiplied speed, and the great balls tear those sheep-clumps to pieces, stain- ing with crimson the rifle-green. The English marvel at the artillery work of the General's men, whose every shot comes on, well aimed and low, bringing death in its whistling wake. 203 WHEN MEN GREW TALL They should reflect: The theory, not to say the eye, which aims a squirrel rifle will point a cannon. Colonel Rennie, when his English recoil, keeps on — face red with grief and rage. " It's my time to die ! " says he to Captain Henry. " But before I die, I shall at least see the inside of those mud walls." Colonel Rennie is wrong. A bullet finds his brain as he lifts his head above the breastworks, and he slips back dead in the ditch outside. Major King and Captain Henry die with him, pierced each by a handful of bullets. When the English flinch and Colonel Ren- nie falls, the bugler — a boy of fourteen — climbs a tree, not one hundred yards from the General's line. Perched among the branches, he sounds his dauntless charges. The General gives orders to let the boy alone. And so the little bugler, protected by the word of the General, sings his shrill onsets to the last. Finally an artillery-man goes out to him. " Come down, my son ! " says the cannoneer. " The war's about over! " The little bugler comes down, and Is at once taken to the fatherly heart of Papa Plauche, who declares him to be a sucking Hector, and is for 204 THE EIGHTH OF JANUARY adopting him as his son on the spot, but is restrained by thoughts of Madam Plauche. Sir Edward's main assault, with General Gibbs, meets no fairer fortune than falls to Colonel Rennie by the river. Confusion pre- vails on the threshold of the movement; for Colonel Mullins with his Forty-fourth refuses to go forward. Later he will be courtmartialed, and dismissed in disgrace. Just now, how- ever, the recreant makes a shameful tangle of the English van. As a quickest method of set- ting the tangle straight, General Gibbs, as did Colonel Rennie, orders a charge. The column moves forward, the mutinous Forty-fourth on the right flank, led by its major. General Gibbs advances, brushing with the shoulder of his corps, the cypress swamp. Be- hind the mud walls in his front, the steady hunting-shirt men are waiting. The General is there, to give the latter patience and hold them in even check. " Easy, boys ! " he cries. " Remember your ranges ! Don't fire until they are within two hundred yards ! " On rush the English. At six hundred yards they are met by the fire of the artillery. They heed it not, but press sullenly forward, closing 205 WHEN MEN GREW TALL up the gaps in their ranks, where the solid shot go crashing through, as fast as made. Five hundred yards, four hundred, three hundred! Still they come ! Two hundred yards ! And now the hunting-shirt men ! A line of fire unending glances from right to left and left to right, along the crest of those mud walls, and Death begins his reaping. The head of the English column burns away, as though thrust into a furnace ! The column wavers and welters like a red ship in a murky sea of smoke ! It pauses, falteringly — disdaining to fly, yet unable to advance ! " Forward, men ! " shouts General Gibbs. " This is the way you should go ! " As he points with his sword to those terrible mud walls, he falls riddled by the hunting-shirt men. XVII THE SLAUGHTER AMONG THE STUBBLE CHAPTER XVII THE SLAUGHTER AMONG THE STUBBLE WHEN the main advance begins, Sir Edward is in the center with the Highlanders. The latter are not to move until he has word of their success from General Keane with Rennie's rifle corps, and General Gibbs with the main column — the one by the river and the other by the cypress swamp. He has not long to wait; a courier dashes up from the river — eye haggard, dis- order in his look I "General Keane?" cries Sir Edward, his apprehension on edge. " Fallen! " returns the courier hoarsely. "And Rennie?" " Dead. The Rifles are in full retreat! " Sir Edward stands like one stricken. Then he pulls himself together. " Bring on your Highlanders ! " he cries to Colonel Dale. " We must force their lines 209 WHEN MEN GREW TALL in front of General Gibbs. It is our only chance ! " Sir Edward dashes across to General Gibbs, in the shadow of that significant cypress swamp. He sees General Gibbs go down ! He sees the red column torn and twisted by that storm of lead which the hunting-shirt men unloose. As the English reel away from those low- flying messengers of death, Sir Edward seeks to rally them. "Are you Englishmen?" he cries. "Have you but marched upon a battlefield to stain the glory of your flag? " Sir Edward's gesticulating arm falls, smashed by a bullet from some sharp-shooting hunting- shirt man. He seems not to know his hurt! He is on fire with the thought that those hon- ors, won upon forty fields, are to be wrested from him by a " Copper Captain," backed by a mob of peasants in buckskin ! He rushes among the shaken English to check the panic which is seizing them ! The Highlanders come up ! "Hurrah! brave Highlanders!" he shouts. At Sir Edward's welcoming shout, Colonel Dale waves a salute ! It is his last; the hunting- 2IO AMONG THE STUBBLE shirt men are upon him with those unerring rifles, and he falls dead before his General's eyes. Coincident with the fall of his beloved Dale, Sir Edward is struck by a second bullet. It enters near the heart. As his aide catches him in his arms, he beckons feebly to Sir John Tylden. " Call up Lambert with the reserves! " he whispers. As he lies supported in the arms of his aide, a third bullet puffs out his lamp of life, and England loses a second Sir Philip Sidney. The main column falls into renewed disor- der! It begins to retreat; the retreat becomes a rout ! Only the Highlanders stay ! They cannot go forward; they will not go back! There they stand rooted, until five hundred and forty of their nine hundred and fifty are shot down. As the main column breaks, Major Wilkin- son turns to Lieutenant Lavack. " This is too much disgrace to take home ! " says he. Like Colonel Rennie, a mile away by the river. Major Wilkinson charges the mud walls. Lieutenant Lavack, sharing his feelings, shares with him that desperate, disgrace-defying 211 WHEN MEN GREW TALL charge. Through the singing, droning " zip ! zip ! " of the bullets, they press on ! They reach the ditch, and splash through ! Up the mud walls they swarm! Major Wilkinson falls inside, dead, three times shot through and through ! Lieutenant Lavack, with a luck that is like a charm, lands in the midst of the hunting-shirt men without a scratch ! They re- ceive him hilariously, offer whisky and compli- ments, and assure him that they like his style. Lieutenant Lavack accepts the whisky and the compliments, and gains distinction as the one live Englishman over the General's mud walls this January day. The field is swept of hostile English; all is silent in front, and not a shot is heard. Now when the firing Is wholly on one side, the Gen- eral passes the word for the hunting-shirt men to cease. The hard-working Coffee comes up, face a-smudge of powder stains; for he has been taking his turn with a rifle, like any other hunt- ing-shirt man. He finds the General as drunk on battle as some folk are on brandy. "They can't beat us, Coffee!" cries the General, wringing his friend's big hand. " By the living Eternal they can't beat us! " 212 o q < ? 5 5 o t-' < AMONG THE STUBBLE The General unslings his ramshackle tele- scope, and leaps upon the mud walls for a survey of the field. The less curious Coffee de- votes himself to wiping the sweat and powder smudges from his face. His Impromptu toilet results only In unhappy smears, which make him resemble an overgrown sweep. He looks at his watch. "Sharp, short work!" he mutters, as he notes that they have been fighting but twenty- five minutes. Those plantation buildings are still blazing, no more than half-burned down, and the smoke hides the scene toward the river. The General turns his ramshackle spyglass upon his Imme- diate front. The ground is fairly carpeted with dead English. As he gazes he calls to Colonel Coffee, who Is now broadening the powder smears Ingeniously with the sleeve of his hunting shirt. "Jump up here. Coffee! " cries the General, " It's like resurrection day ! " Thus urged. Colonel Coffee abandons his at- tempts to improve his looks, and joins the Gen- eral on the mud walls. He Is In time to be- hold four hundred odd Highlanders scramble to their brogues among those five hundred and 213 WHEN MEN GREW TALL forty who will never march again, and come forward to surrender. It has been a hot and bloody morning. Of those six thousand whom Sir Edward takes Into action — for the reserves with Gen- eral Lambert are never within range — over twenty-one hundred are fallen. Seven hundred and thirty are killed as they stand In their ranks; and of the fourteen hundred marked " wounded," more than six hundred are to die within the week. Among the twenty-one hun- dred killed and wounded, sixteen hundred go to swell the red record of the dire huntlng-shirt men. The two attacks, being at the ends of the General's lines, Involve no more than two-thirds of his thirty-two hundred. Papa Plauche's " Fathers " In the center, as well as General Adair's Kentucklans who act as reserves, are merest spectators. That his " Fathers " are not called upon to fire a shot, In no wise depresses Papa Plauche. He harangues his brave followers, and elo- quently explains : " It is because of your sanguinary fame, my heroes!" vociferates Papa Plauche. "The English knew your position, and avoided you. 214 AMONG THE STUBBLE They went as far to the right and to the left as they could, to escape that destruction you else would have infallibly meted out to them. Ah ! my ' Fathers,' see what it is to have a ter- rible name ! You must sit idle In battle, because no foe dare engage you! Be comforted, my glorious heroes! Achilles could have done no more! Colonel Coffee, still busy with the powder smears, calls the General's attention to an Eng- lish group of three, made up of a colonel, a bugler, and a soldier bearing a white flag. The trio halt six hundred respectful yards away. The bugler sounds a fanfare ; the soldier waves his white flag. The General dispatches Colonel Butler with two captains to receive their message. It is a note signed " Lambert," asking an armistice of twenty-four hours to bury the dead. "Who is Lambert? " asks the General, and sends to the English colonel, with his bugler and white flag, to find out. The three presently return; this time the note is signed " John Lambert, Commander-in- Chief." The alteration proves to the General's liking, and the armistice is arranged. The seven hundred and thirty dead English 15 215 WHEN MEN GREW TALL are burled where they fell. Thereafter the superstitious blacks will defy lash and torture rather than plow the land where they lie. It will raise no more sugar cane; but in time a cypress grove will sorrowfully cover It, as though in mournful memory of those who sleep beneath. The General carries his own dead to the city. They are not many, four dead and four wounded being the limit of his loss. General Lambert and the beaten English go wallowing, hip-deep, through the swamps to their boats. They will not fight again. The booming of the batteries, or mayhap the un- usual warmth of the sun, has roused from their winter beds a scaly host of alligators. These saurians uplift their hideous heads and gaze sleepily, yet inquisitively, at the wallowing re- treating English. Now and then one widely yawns, and the spectacle sends an icy thrill along what English spines bear witness to it. In the end the beaten English are all departed. That tremendous invasion which, with " Beauty and Booty! " for its cry, sailed out of Negrll Bay six weeks before to the sack of New Orleans, is abandoned, and the last de- feated man jack once more aboard the ships and mighty glad to be there. The fleet sails 216 AMONG THE STUBBLE south and east; but not until the tallest ship is hull down in the horizon does the General march Into New Orleans. The General cannot bring himself to believe that the retreat of the English is genuine. They have still, as they sail away, full thirteen thousand fighting men aboard those ships, with a round one thousand cannon, and munitions and provisions for a year's campaign. He judges them by himself, and will not be con- vinced that they have fled. With this on his mind, he plants his pickets far and wide, and insists on double vigilance. Now when fear of the English is rolled like a stone from their breasts, the folk of New Orleans fret under the General's iron rule. With that the prudent General tightens his grip. Even so excellent a soldier as Papa Plauche complains. He says that the hearts of the " Fathers of Families " are bursting with victory. His valiant " Fathers " burn to ex- press their joy. The General suggests that the joy-swollen " Fathers " repair to the Cathedral, and hear the Abbe Duborg conduct a Te Deum. Papa Plauche points out that, while a Te Deum is all very well in its way, it is a rite and 217 WHEN MEN GREW TALL not a festival. What his " Fathers " — who are thunderbolts of war! — desire is to give a ball. The General says that he has no objections to the ball. Papa Plauche explains that a ball is not pos- sible, with the city held fast in the controlling coils of military law. The rule that all lights must be out at nine o'clock, of itself forbids a ball. As affairs stand the " Fathers " are helpless in their happiness. No one may dance by daylight; that would be too fantastic, too bizarre ! And yet who, pray, can rejoice in the dark? It is against human nature, argues Papa Plauche. The General refuses to be moved; but con- tinues to hold the city in his unrelenting clutch — maintaining the while a wary eye for sly re- turning English, with an occasional glance at the local treason which is simmering about him. The public murmur grows louder and deeper. A rumor of the peace comes ashore, no one knows how. The General refuses the rumor, fearing an English ruse to throw him off his guard. At the peace whisper, the popu- lar discontent increases. The General, in the teeth of it, remains unchanged. Citizen Hollander expresses himself with 2i8 AMONG THE STUBBLE more heat than prudence. The General locks up the vituperative Citizen Hollander. M. Toussand, Consul for France, considers such ac- tion high-handed; and says so. The General marches Consul Toussand out of town, with a brace of bayonets at the consular back. Leg- islator Louaillier protests against the casting out of Consul Toussand. The General con- "^ signs the protesting Legislator Louaillier to a cell in the calaboose. Jurist Hall of the Dis- trict Court issues a writ of habeas corpus for the relief and release of the captive Louaillier. The General responds by arresting Jurist Hall, who is given a cell between captives Louaillier and Hollander, where by raising his voice he may condole with them through the intervening stone walls. Thus are affairs arranged when official notice of the peace reaches the General from Wash- ington. Instantly he withdraws his grip from the city, restores the civil rule, and releases from captivity Jurist Hall, Citizen Hollander, and Legislator Louaillier. Upon the disappearance of martial law. Papa Plauche, with his Immortal " Fathers of Families," gives that ball of victory, the exiled Consul Toussand creeps back into town, while 219 WHEN MEN GREW TALL Jurist Hall signalizes his restoration to the woolsack by fining the General one thousand dollars for contempt of court — which he pays. The Legislature, guards withdrawn from its treasonable doors, expands into lawmaking. Its earliest action is a resolution of thanks for their brave defense of the city to officers Coffee, Carroll, Hinds, Adair, and Patterson. The Legislature pointedly does not thank the General, who grins dryly. Colonel Coffee, upon receiving the vote of thanks, writes a letter of acknowledgment, in which he intimates his opinions of the General, the Legislature, and himself. This missive is a remarkable outburst on the part of Colonel Coffee, who fights more easily than he writes, and shows how he is stirred to his hunting-shirt depths. Through the clouds of pestiferous jurists and treason-hatching legislators descends a grand burst of sunshine. The blooming Rachel, as unlooked for as an angel, joins her gaunt hero in New Orleans, and the General forgets alike his triumphs and his troubles. Papa Plauche — foremost in peace as in war — at once seizes on the advent of the blooming Rachel to give another ball. The whole city 220 AMONG THE STUBBLE attends the function; the heroic " Fathers" In full panoply and very splendid. The band plays " 'Possum up a Gum Tree," In the execu- tion whereof It soars to vanest heights. Papa Plauche dances with the blooming ^Rachel. The General unbuckles In certain In- tricate breakdowns, with which he challenged admiration In those days long ago when he was the beau of old Salisbury and read law with Spruce McCay. The " Fathers " are not only edified but excited by the General's dancing; for he dances as he fights, violently. Colonel Coffee, not being a dancing man, goes looking about him. He discovers a flower- piece, prepared by Papa Plauche, that Is like unto a piece of flattery, and spells " Jackson and Victory ! " In deepest red and green. He shows It to the General, who suggests that If Papa Plauche had made It " Hickory and Victory! " It would mean the same, and save the euphony. While the blooming Rachel, the General, the non-dancing Coffee, and the ardent Papa Plauche, with the beauty and chivalry of New Orleans about them, are at the ball. Colonel Burr, gray and bent and cynical. Is talking with his friend Swartwout In far-away New York. " It was a glorious, a most convincing vlc- 221 WHEN MEN GREW TALL tory! " exclaims Mr. Swartwout. " President Madison cannot do the General too much -f^ honor. He has saved the country! " " He has saved," returns the ironical Colonel Burr, " what President Madison holds in much greater esteem. He has saved the Madison ad- ministration I " 4 XVIII ODDS AND ENDS OF TIME CHAPTER XVIII ODDS AND ENDS OF TIME THE General, the blooming Rachel by his side, takes up his homeward journey. Now when they are on their way and a world has time to observe them, it is to be noted that changes have be- fallen with the lengthened flight of time. The eye of the blooming Rachel is as liquidly black and deep, her hair as raven-blue, her cheek as round as on a rearward day when she won the heart of that bottle-green beau from old Salis- bury. The alteration is in her form, which has grown plump and full and stout in these her matronly middle years. As to the bottle-green beau, his sandy hair is deeply shot with iron- gray, while his features show haggard, and seamed of care. To the inquiring eye he looks at once dangerous and rusty, like an old sword. His form, always spare, is more emaciated than ever. The last is due in part to those Benton bullets, and the Dickinson shot fired in that 225 WHEN MEN GREW TALL poplar, May-sweet wood on a certain Kentucky morning. Besides, one is not to forget those southern swamps, which have never had fame for building a man up. As the General, with his blooming Rachel, draws near home, the whole Cumberland country rushes forth to greet him. From that earliest day when Time began swinging his scythe In the meadows of hu- manity, mankind has owned but two ways of honoring a hero. One is the " parade," the other is the " dinner." In the one instance, half the people march In the middle of the street, while the remaining half line the curbs and look on. In the other, which has the merit of exclusion, a select great few set a board with meat and drin^; and then. Installing the hero where all may see, they bombard him with toasts and speeches and applause. All at- tend the " parade " since it Is free. Few avoid the dinner, because, besides the honor and the honoring, It affords lawful occasion for being drunk — a manifest advantage to many in a strait-laced community. The General when he arrives In Nashville Is exhaustively " paraded " and deeply " dined." Also he Is given a sword. Now, having been " paraded " and " dined," 226 a^tef"^ ^^r--^-. Andrkw Jackson From a painting by R. E. W. Earl. ODDS AND ENDS OF TIME and with honors thick upon him, the General sets about his duties as a major general in days of peace. General Adair and he have a letter- quarrel concerning the courage of Kentuckians. General Scott and he have a letter-quarrel on grounds more personal. As the upshot of the latter correspondence, the General evinces an eagerness to shoot his over-epauletted opponent at ten paces, oiling up the saw-handles to that hopeful end, but is balked by the over-epauletted one, who declines on grounds of piety and pa- triotism. While the General is fuming with ink and paper against those distinguished warriors, he cools at intervals sufficiently to build the bloom- ing Rachel a little church. The blooming Rachel is a devout Presbyterian; and, while the General is far too busy with this world to think much on the next, she prevails with him — for he never says " No " to her — to put her up a church. It is not much bigger than a dry- goods box; but there are forty pews, besides a pulpit for Parson Blackburn, and the blooming Rachel is supremely happy. She owns to some illogical impression that, should the General build a church, he'll " join." In this she goes wrong; for the General only builds. 227 WHEN MEN GREW TALL The General mounts his horse, and rides to Washington. He meets Mr. Jefferson in Lynchburg, and that aged fine gentleman and maker of constitutions is struck by the graceful manners of the General, who has become all ease and polish where once he was as rough as a woods' colt. In Washington he is much feted and feasted, and the trump of celebration is tireless to sound his name. He gets back home in time to put a roof on the blooming Rachel's almost finished church, and listen to Parson Blackburn's dedicatory sermon. The Red Stick Creeks from across the Flori- da line take to marauding and murdering in Southern Georgia, and the General decides to see about it. He sends an officer, with a force of men, to reduce Negro Fort on the Ap- palachicola. In giving that officer his instruc- tions, the General expands touching the military virtues of red-hot shots; and with such satis- factory results that the first one fired at Ne- gro Fort blows it to ruins, and with it three hundred and thirty-one of the three hundred and thirty-four blacks and reds who infest it. Three crawl from the blazing chaos, to be hilariously knocked on the head by friendly Creeks, who have attended the expedition with 228 ODDS AND ENDS OF TIME that fond hope and purpose. The world is much rejoiced at the demolition of Negro Fort; since murder and pillage have been the one business of its robber garrison, and the fire- torture of prisoners their one amusement. The General presently appears at the head of his hunting-shirt men, and destroys the vil- lage of Chief Billy Bowlegs on the oft-sung Suwannee River. Then he takes St. Marks from the feeble Spaniards, and arrests a brace of conspiring English, Ambrister and Arbuth- not. The arrested ones have come across from the Bahamas, bringing English guns and lead and powder and promises to the hostile blacks and reds; and all in accordance with that policy, dear to England, of preferring bloodshed by proxy to shedding blood herself. The General hangs conspirator Arbuthnot, and shoots con- spirator Ambrister; while England, in accord- ance with a second policy as dear as the first, disavows them both. The General goes on to Pensacola. Here he hauls down the flag of Spain, runs up the stars and stripes, drives out the Spanish Governor, and installs one of his own with a garrison to back him. Having executed conspirators Am- brister and Arbuthnot, he now seizes on two 229 WHEN MEN GREW TALL Creek-Seminole chiefs and hangs them, to pre- serve, so to speak, a racial equilibrium. Hav- ing thus wound up the Spanish, the English, the negroes and the Indians in Florida, the General returns to his home, serene in the sense of duty well performed. The General's serenity Is misplaced; trouble breaks out in Washington. Mr. Monroe is President, and Statesmen Clay and Crawford and Calhoun and Adams desire to be. The quartette last named suspect in the General — about whom a responsive public is running mad — a growing rival. They decide to cripple him in the very cradle of his White House prospects. If they do not he may grow up to snatch from them the crown. Moved of this higH thought, they charge the General with waging unauthorized war; and with invading Spanish territory, we at peace with Spain. They call him a " murderer " for snuffing out conspirators Ambrlster and Arbuthnot and those superfluous Creek-Seminole chiefs. Also, giv- ing a moral snuffle, they demand that he be courtmartialed and cashiered. President Monroe shakes his head at the conniving quartette, replying as on a somewhat similar occasion did the Russian Catherine: 230 ODDS AND ENDS OF TIME *' We never punish conquerors. The General by the Cumberland hears of these weird doings In Washington, and again rides over the mountains. His object is to dis- cover, by personal observation, who in his case are the sheep and who the goats, and separate in his own mind his friends from his enemies. Upon his arrival the General finds himself an issue of politics. As such he is voted upon by Congress, which affirms heavily In his favor. The people have long ago decided in his favor; and Congress, ever quick to locate the butter on its bread, sharply follows the popular example. Statesman Clay and others among the General's foes express themselves freely to his disadvan- tage. However, the General expresses himself freely to their disadvantage, and profound judges of vituperation say that he has the sul- phurous best of the' exchange. Being upheld by Congress, and having freed his mind touching his foes, the General goes to Baltimore and Philadelphia, and is extrava- gantly wined and dined. Then he proceeds to New York, where FItz Greene Halleck and Joseph Rodman Drake write doggerel at him in the Evening Post; and where, also, he is " paraded " and " dinner "-honored to a degree 16 231 WHEN MEN GREW TALL which lays all former " parading " and " din- ner "-honoring, by less fervent communities, deep within the shade. Spain cedes Florida to the United States; just as she would cede a bad hot penny that, besides being worthless, is burning her fingers. The President appoints the General governor of the new domain. Whereupon the new Gov- ernor lays down his Major General's commis- sion, bids farewell to the army, and journeys south. He does not relish being Governor; and, after locking up his Spanish predecessor for stealing divers papers of state, and expatri- ating a scandalous bevy whose talk sounds like treason to his sensitive ear, he resigns. When the General gets back to the Cumber- land country, he finds that his former quarter- master. Major Lewis, has decided to send him to the White House. The General is mightily taken aback, and declares himself unfit. Major Lewis retorts that he is far more fit than any of his quartette of Washington enemies, laying especial emphasis on Statesman Clay. The ac- curate force of the retort strikes the General wordless. Major Lewis is rich, wise, cunning, cool, college-bred, and eighteen years younger than 232 ODDS AND ENDS OF TIME the General. He is a born manager, a natural wire-puller, and can play politics by ear as some folk play the fiddle. Congenitally a Warwick, he prefers making a President to being one, and would sooner hold a baby than hold an office. Major Lewis seizes on the General as so much raw material wherefrom to construct a President. As a best method of having his man on the ground, he gives a hint, and the Tennessee Legislature sends the General to Washington as Senator. The blooming Ra- chel accompanies him; they live at a tavern in Pennsylvania Avenue called the " Indian Queen." This caravansary is kept by one O'Neal, who has a pretty daughter Peg. Later the pretty Peg will dissolve a Cabinet, make Mr. Van Buren President, and come within an ace of getting Mr. Calhoun hanged. All this, however, is in the unpierced future. The blooming, childless Rachel makes a pet of pretty Peg; which rivets the latter forever in the good regards of the General, who loves what the blooming Rachel loves. Major Lewis proves a wizard of politics. Under his quiet legerdemain, here and there and everywhere political fires break forth in WHEN MEN GREW TALL favor of the General. They break forth in North Carolina, in Pennsylvania, in New York; and, so deft and secret is his work, none suspects Wizard Lewis as the incendiary. Wiz- ard Lewis is counseled by Colonel Burr who, like some old gray fox, sits in the mouth of his New York law-burrow in Nassau Street, peer- ing out at events as they pass. In these days, the lion-faced Webster writes his brother: " His (the General's) manners are more presidential than those of any of the candidates. He is grave, mild, and reserved. My wife is for him decidedly." There are four candidates for the White House, vide licet, the General, and Statesmen Adams and Crawford and Clay. The popular vote falls in the order given, with the General a long flight shot ahead of Statesman Adams, who is next on the list. And yet, while far in advance of the others, the General is without that electoral majority required by the Consti- tution, and the choice is thrown into the House of Representatives. Statesman Clay is now out of the running; for the President must be chosen from among the three candidates having the highest elec- 234 ODDS AND ENDS OF TIME toral vote, and he is fourth and lowest. States- man Crawford, who ranks third, is also out. He is stricken of paralysis; and, while this wins him sympathy, it loses him White House strength. The fight is to be between the Gen- eral and Statesman Adams. While Statesman Clay is out of the coil, so far as any personal chance of becoming the House selection is concerned, he is in It de- cisively in another fashion. As a chief force in the House, he holds that important body in the hollow of his hand; and, while he cannot be its choice, he can control its choice. He con- trols it for Statesman Adams, on the under- ground understanding that he. Statesman Clay, shall sit at Statesman Adams' right hand as Sec- retary of State. Statesman Clay hopes to run presldentlally another day, and thinks to make his calling and election sure while head of the Cabinet of Statesman Adams. As events forge and fuse themselves in the blast furnaces of the future, it will be discovered that in thus opin- ing Statesman Clay falls into grievous error. It is four o'clock In the afternoon when the Clay-guided House counts Statesman Adams into a Presidency. Five hours afterward the General meets Statesman Adams In the East 235 WHEN MEN GREW TALL Room, where both are in attendance upon the last reception of outgoing President Munroe. The contrast between them tells in the Gen- eral's favor. There is no gloom of disappoint- ment on his brow, no cloud of defeat in his hawkish blue eyes. The General has a lady on his arm. He greets Statesman Adams grace- fully and extends his hand: " How is Mr. Adams? " cries he. " I give you my left hand, sir, since my right is devoted to the fair." Statesman Adams is a diplomat, and used to courts and salons. The General is of the wil- derness and its battlefields. And yet the Gen- eral shines out the more polished of the two. Statesman Adams takes the extended hand; but he does it awkwardly, backwardly, and with a wooden manner, as though his deportment is seized of some sudden, bashful stiffness of the joints. At last he manages to say: " Very well, sir! I hope you are well! " XIX THE KILLING EDGE OF SLANDER CHAPTER XIX THE KILLING EDGE OF SLANDER WIZARD LEWIS boldly re-begins his work of White House capturing. He becomes busy to the elbows in the General's destinies before Statesman Adams is inaugurated. When the latter names States- man Clay to be his Secretary of State, Wizard Lewis lays bare the deal which thus exalts the Kentuckian. He raises the cry of " Bargain and Corruption ! " and the public takes it up. Statesman Adams and Statesman Clay are pil- loried as conspirators who have wronged the General of a Presidency, and the State port- folio in the hands of Statesman Clay is pointed to as proof. The General writes the bloom- ing Rachel, just now at home by the Cumber- land: " The Judas of the West has closed the con- tract and received the thirty pieces of silver." Statesman Clay defends himself badly. He declares that he objects to the General's White 239 WHEN MEN GREW TALL House ambitions only because he is a " Mili- tary Chieftain." He speaks as though the world knows that a " Military Chieftain " will make a perilous Chief Magistrate. The world knows nothing of the sort; the cry of " Bargain and Corruption " gains head. In retort to that arraignment of being a *' Military Chieftain " — made as if the phrase be merely another name for " buccaneer " — the General writes the old friendly fox, Colonel Burr : " It is not strange that he (Statesman Clay) should indulge himself In such reasoning, since It comes somewhat to his own personal defense. Our blue-grass Secretary has been ever remark- able for his caution, to give It a no worse name, and has not yet risked himself for his coun- try, or moved from safe repose to repel an invading foe." The General Is not the only one who com- ments upon the astounding copartnership In politics and policies between Statesman Adams and Statesman Clay. John Randolph, of Roa- noke, remarks concerning It, from his bitter place In the Senate : *' Sir, It Is a coming together of the puritan and the blackleg — Blifil and Black George ! " 240 S. H- J\<^o^'y^- THE EDGE OF SLANDER This view seems hugely to excite Statesman Clay, and he challenges the picturesque Ran- dolph to a duel by Little Falls. They meet; but, since both are at pains to miss, no good comes of it. Wizard Lewis goes teaching the General's merits in every State of the Union. In his White House siege, Wizard Lewis receives his best help from Statesman Adams himself. The latter publicist is a personage of ice- cold ideas, and lists ingratitude at the top of the virtues. There be folic — descended, doubt- less, of ancestors that heated the pincers and turned the thumbikins, and worked the strain- ing rack for the Inquisitions as mere day la- borers at torture — who delight in doing mean, hateful, punishing things to their fellow mor- tals, if they may but call such doing " duty." They will weep hypocritically while burning a victim, and aver, between sobs, that they pile the fagots and apply the torch only from a " sternest conviction of duty." The word " duty," like the venom of a serpent, is ever in their mouths; by it they break hearts, destroy hopes, create blackness, blot out light, forbid happiness, foster grief, and plant pain in breasts innocent of every crime save that of helping 241 WHEN MEN GREW TALL them. Statesman Adams — heart as hollow as a bell and quite as brazen — is one of these. He demonstrates his purity by refusing his obliga- tions, and proves himself great by turning his back on his friends. Made up of a multitude of littlenesses, he offers no trait of breadth or bigness as an offset. He is not wise; he is not brave; he is not generous; he is not — even in wrongdoing — original. He will guide by some maxim; or he will permit himself to be posed by a proverb; and, while ever breathlessly re- spectable, he is never once right. As President he proposes for himself an inhuman goodness, and declares that he will remove no one from office on " account of politics " — a catch phrase which has protected incompetency In place in every age. Although he is so fond of them, Statesman Adams, in taking the latter snow-white position, overlooks an aphorism that will be vital while time lasts. He forgets that " The President who makes no removals will himself be re- moved." "Strike, lest you be stricken!" murmured Queen Elizabeth, as seizing the pen she signed the warrant of block and axe for Scottish Mary, and It might be well and wise for States- 242 THE EDGE OF SLANDER man Adams to wear in constant mind that il- lustrious example. The thought is vain. Statesman Adams ig- nores his friends, consults his foes, and offers a base picture of the ungrateful that draws the public's honest wrath his way. Wizard Lewis is no one to miss such opportunities to upbuild the General's fortunes at the expense of the enemy; and so the General grows each day stronger, while Statesman Adams — ^who hopes to succeed himself — owns less and less of strength. The currents of time flow swiftly now, and four years go by — four years wherein the old friendly far-seeing fox, Colonel Burr, in his Nassau Street burrow, teaches the General's leaders intrigue as a pedagogue teaches the al- phabet to his pupils. And day after day the purblind Adams, with the purblind Clay at the elbow of his hopes and fears, sets traps against his own prospects, and does his unwitting best or worst to destroy himself. Then comes the canvass : the General against Statesman Adams, who courts a reelection. The moment the rival forces march upon the field, the dullest marks the superiority of the General's. With that. Statesman Clay — in the 243 WHEN MEN GREW TALL war saddle for Statesman Adams, whose battle is his battle and whose defeat means his down- fall — loses his head. He accuses the General of every offense except that of theft, calls him every name save that of coward. The accusa- tions fail; the epithets fall harmless to the ground; the people know, and draw the closer about the General's standards. The latter's pop- ularity rises as might a hurricane, and sweeps away opposition like down of thistles ! Statesman Clay becomes frantic. Possessed as by a demon, he issues instructions to assail the blooming Rachel. His hound-pack obey the call. From that moment the General's mar- riage is the issue. He is charged with " steal- ing another's wife," and every shaft of menda- cious villification is shot against the unoffending bosom of the blooming Rachel. Those are fire- swept moments of anguish for the General, who feels the pain the more, since his hands are tied against what saw-handle methods silenced the dead Dickinson one May Kentucky morn- ing in that poplar wood. The blooming Rachel, for her wronged part, says never a word. She goes the oftener to the little church, but that is all. And yet, while she seems so resigned and patient beneath the 244 THE EDGE OF SLANDER slandrous lash, the thong Is biting always to her soul's source. The election takes place, and now the people speak. They set the grinding heel of their an- ger upon those slanders; they throw down that ladder of lies by which Statesman Adams hopes to climb. Wizard Lewis, Burr-guided, foils Statesman Clay at every point; the General rides down Statesman Adams like a coach and six. New England is tribal and narrow, with the reeking taint of old Federalism In Its veins; it gives Itself for Statesman Adams, unredeemed save by a single district In Maine. There, In- deed, rises up one electoral vote for the Gen- eral. It shows in the gray waste of Adams sentiment about it, like a green tree and a fountain against the gray wastes of Sahara. New Jersey, Delaware, Maryland follow In New England's dreary wake for Statesman Adams; while New York gives him sixteen electoral votes out of thirty-six. That offers the round circumference of his Clay-collected strength — an electoral vote of eighty-three! For the General, Pennsylvania, Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Ala- bama, Mississippi, Missouri, Kentucky, Ohio, 245 WHEN MEN GREW TALL and Illinois go headlong ; while New York gives him twenty electoral votes, with Tennessee his own by a popular count of twenty for one. Statesman Clay, as a retort to the slanders he fulminated, beholds his own State of Kentucky reject him, and aid in swelling those one hun- dred and seventy-eight electoral votes which declare for the General. The world at large, seated by Its fireside and sagely thumbing those returns of one hundred and seventy-eight for the General against a meager eighty-three for Statesman Adams, finds therein a stunning re- buke to both the ambitions and the methods of Statesman Clay. When word of the General's election reaches the blooming Rachel, she smiles wearily and says: "For the General's sake I'm glad! For myself I never wished It." Now that the war of the votes is over and the General victor, mankind relaxes into Its customary dinners and parades. The Cumber- land good people resolve to outparade all for- mer parades, outdine all former dinners. They engage themselves with tremendous gala prep- arations. It shall be a time when oxen are eaten whole, and whisky Is drunk by the barrel. 246 V THE EDGE OF SLANDER The day set apart as sacred to the coming parade, and that dinner yet to be devoured, breaks brightly full of promise. There is never a cloud in the Cumberland sky, never a care on the Cumberland heart. In a moment all is reversed! — light gives way to blackness, hap- piness to grief ! Like a bolt from a heaven smiling, the word descends that the -blooming Rachel lies dead. The word is true. The mon- strous weight of slander heaped upon it breaks her gentle heart. They bury the blooming Rachel at the foot of the garden where her best-loved flowers grow. The General is ten years older In a night; the tall form, yesterday as straight as a lance, is bent and broken. The blue eyes, once hawklike, are dimmed with tears. Friends come to press his hand — he chokes and cannot speak ! But the awful agony of his soul is written in the sweat drops on his wrung brow. As the General stands by the grave that is smothering for him all the song and the sweet sunshine of life, the ever-faithful, never-failing Coffee is by his side. The poor General reaches blindly out and takes hold of the rough, big, loyal hand for support. His beloved Coffee, who flanked the Red Stick Creeks for him at 17 247 WHEN MEN GREW TALL the Horseshoe and held his low mud walls against England's boast and best at New Or- leans, will not fail him now in this his sternest trial by the graveside of the blooming Rachel! The General, doubly quiet, doubly stern, is- sues forth of that ordeal another man. He is as one who lives because it is his duty, and not for love of life. Plainly, his hopes like his heart are buried with the blooming Rachel. In y^ his soul he lays her death to the doors of States- man Adams and Statesman Clay; throughout the years to follow he will never forget nor forgive. To the end he will cultivate his hatred of them, and tend it as he might a flower. Time cannot remold him in this belief; and a decade later he will say to his friend Lewis, while his eye flashes like some sudden-drawn rapier: " Major, she was stung to death by slander! It was such adders as John Quincy Adams, such pit-vipers as Henry Clay, that killed her! " XX THE GENERAL GOES TO THE WHITE HOUSE CHAPTER XX THE GENERAL GOES TO THE WHITE HOUSE THIS is of a Steamboat day, and keel boats are but a memory. The Gen- eral makes his tedious eight-weeks' way to Washington via the Cumberland, the Ohio, the mountains, and the Potomac valley. It is like the progress of a conqueror. The people throng about him until Wizard Lewis, remembering his broken state, fears for his life. The fears are without grounds to stand on. Applause never kills, and the General finds in it the milk of lions. He enters Washington re- newed, and was never so fit for hard work. The General is inaugurated. As he is cheered into the White House by jubilant thousands, Statesman Clay, beaten and bitter, retires to Kentucky ; while Statesman Adams goes back to Massachusetts, where his ice-waterisms, let us hope, will be appreciated, and from which frigid region he ought never to have been drawn. 251 WHEN MEN GREW TALL When the General Is declared President, Statesman Calhoun is made Vice-President. From his high perch in the Senate Statesman Calhoun begins at once to scan the plain of the possible for ways and means to name himself the General's successor. He proves dull in the furtherance of his ambitions, and conceives that the only best path to victory lies over the Gen- eral himself. He must break down that demi- god in the hearts of the people, and teach them to hate where now they trust and love. The General is not a day in Washington be- fore Statesman Calhoun is Intriguing to cut the ground of popularity from beneath his feet. As frequently happens with dark-lantern strate- gists, his plottings in their very inception go off on the wrong foot. Statesman Calhoun is so foolish as to commence his campaign against the General with an attack upon a woman. The woman thus malevolently distinguished is the pretty Peg, once belle of the Indian Queen. Between that time when the General came last to Washington as Senator and the pretty Peg was petted and loved by the blooming Rachel, and now when the General occupies the White House as President, destiny has been moving rapidly and not always gayly with the 252 TO THE WHITE HOUSE pretty Peg. In that Interim she becomes the wife of Purser Timberlake of the Navy, who later cuts his drunken throat and walks over- board to his drunken death in the Mediter- ranean. In her widow's weeds the pretty Peg looks prettier than before — since black is ever the best setting for beauty, and shows it off like a diamond. Major Eaton, Senator from Ten- nessee and per incident friend of the General, is smitten of the pretty Peg, and marries her. The wedding bells are ringing as the General rides into Washington. It is an hour wherein Vice-Presidents have more to say than they will later on. Statesman Calhoun, scheming his own advantage, puts forward covert efforts to place his friends about the General as cablneteers. This is not so dif- ficult; since the General is not thinking on Statesman Calhoun. His eyes, hate-guided, are fastened upon Statesman Adams and Statesman Clay; his single aim is to advance no follower of theirs. These are happy conditions for Statesman Calhoun, who comes up unseen on the General's blind side, and presents him — all unnoticed — with three of his Cabinet six. Statesman Calhoun, who prefers four to 253 WHEN MEN GREW TALL three, next tries all he secretly knows to control the General's choice of a War Secretary. In this he meets defeat; the General selects Major Eaton, just wedded to the pretty Peg. His completed Cabinet includes Van Buren, Secre- tary of State; Ingham, Secretary of the Treas- ury; Eaton, Secretary of War; Branch, Secre- tary of the Navy; Berrien, Attorney General; and Barry, Postmaster General. Of these. Statesman Calhoun, craftily reviewing the list from his perch in the Senate, may call Cabi- neteers Ingham, Branch, and Berrien his hench- men. The General is not aware of this Calhoun color to his Cabinet. The last man of the six hates Statesman Clay and Statesman Adams; which is the consideration most upon the Gen- eral's mind. He does not like Statesman Cal- houn. But he in no sort suspects him; and, at this crisis of Cabinet making, that plotting Vice-President is not at all upon the General's slope of thought. Not content with half the Cabinet, States- man Calhoun resents privily his failure to con- trol the war portfolio. He resolves to attack Major Eaton, and drive him from the place. As much wanting in chivalry as in a wisdom 254 TO THE WHITE HOUSE of the popular, he decides to assail him through the pretty Peg. It is the error of Statesman Calhoun's career, which now becomes one blun- dering procession of mistakes. Statesman Calhoun's attack on the pretty Peg begins with hidden adroitness. There lives in Philadelphia a smug dominie named Ely. On the merest Calhoun hint in the dark, Dom- inie Ely — who has a mustard-seed soul — writes the General a letter, wherein he charges the pretty Peg with every immorality. Dominie Ely prayerfully protests against the husband of a woman so morally ebon making one of the General's official family. The General is in flames in a moment. His loved and blooming Rachel was stabbed to death by slander! The pretty Peg was the blooming Rachel's favorite, in that old day at the Indian Queen ! The General possesses every angry reason for being aroused, and he sends fiercely for smug Dominie Ely. The villifylng Dominie Ely appears before the General In fear and trembling — color stricken from his fat cheek. He falterlngly confesses that he has been Inspired to his slan- ders by a Dominie Campbell. The furious General summons Dominie Campbell, about WHEN MEN GREW TALL whom there is a Calhoun atmosphere of jackal and buzzard in even parts. The General hurls pointed questions at Dominie Campbell, and catches him in lies. While the General is putting to flight the two black-coat buzzards of slander, the war breaks out in a new quarter. The " Ladies of Washington," compared to whom the Red Stick Creeks at the Horseshoe and the redcoat English at New Orleans are as children's toys, fall upon the General's social flank. They hate the pretty Peg because she is more beautiful than they. They resent her as the daughter of a tavern keeper — a common tapster ! — who is now being lifted to a social eminence equal with their own. These reasons bring the " Ladies of Washington " to the field. But with mili- tant sapiency they conceal them, and adopt as the pretended cause of their onslaught the slanders of those ophidians, Dominie Ely and Dominie Campbell. Mrs. Calhoun, wife of Statesman Calhoun, at the head of Capital fashion and social war- chief of the " Ladies of Washington," says she will not " recognize " the pretty Peg. Mrs. Ingham, Mrs. Branch, and Mrs. Berrien, wives of the three Cabineteers who wear in private 256 TO THE WHITE HOUSE the colors of Statesman Calhoun, say they will not " recognize " the pretty Peg. Mrs. Donel- son, wife of the General's private secretary and ex officio "Lady of the White House," says she will not " recognize " the pretty Peg. The latter drawing-room Red Stick is the General's niece. Also, she is in fashionable leading strings to Mrs. Calhoun, who as social war- chief of the " Ladles of Washington " dazzles and benumbs her. Mrs. Donelson approaches the General con- cerning the pretty Peg. " Anything but that, Uncle! " she says. " I am sorry to offend you, but I cannot ' recog- nize ' Mrs. Eaton." " Then you'd better go back, to Tennessee, my dear! " returns the General, between puffs at his clay pipe. Mrs. Donelson and her unwilling spouse go back to Tennessee. The war against the pretty Peg goes on. The General's Cabinet is a house divided against itself. Cabineteers Ingham, Branch, and Berrien align themselves with Statesman Calhoun on this issue of the pretty Peg. For each has a ring in his nose, a wedding ring, and his wife leads him about by it socially, hither 257 WHEN MEN GREW TALL and yon as she chooses. Cabineteers Van Buren and Barry range themselves with Cabl- neteer Eaton and the pretty Peg. Cabineteer Van Buren is short, round, fat, smooth, adroit, ambitious, and so much the mental tree-toad that, now when he is in con- tact with the positive General, his every opin- ion takes its color from that warrior. Also Cabineteer Van Buren is a widower, with no wife to lead him socially by the nose. Hat in hand, he calls upon the pretty Peg — a polite- ness which pleases the General tremendously. Cabineteer Van Buren gives dinners, and asks the pretty Peg to perform as hostess. With a wise eye on the General, he incites Cabineteer Barry, who is a bachelor, to burst into similar dinners, with the pretty Peg in com- mand. By his suggestion, Minister Vaughn of the English and Minister Krudener of the Rus- sians, who like Cabineteer Barry are bachelors, follow amiable suit. They give legation din- ners, at which the pretty Peg presides. The General adopts these brilliant examples with the White House. The prett)^ Peg finds her- self in control of such society high ground as the English and Russian legations, two Cabi- net houses besides her own, and last and most 258 TO THE WHITE HOUSE important the White House itself. It is a merry even if a savage war, and the pretty Peg is everywhere victorious. Not everywhere! Mrs. Calhoun, as war- chief of the " Ladies of Washington," with Mrs. Ingham, Mrs. Branch, and Mrs. Berrien about her as a staff, refuses to yield. These four indomitables and their beflounced and be- feathered followers, noses uptilted in scorn of the pretty Peg, prosecute their battle to the acrid end. In the earlier stages, the General, his angry thoughts on Statesman Clay, inclines to the be- lief that these attacks on the pretty Peg are of that defeated personage's connivance, and says so to Wizard Lewis. Wizard Lewis, when the General is inaugu- rated, is for returning to his Cumberland home, but finds himself restrained by the lonesome General. " What! " cries the latter, " would you leave me now, after doing more than all the rest to land me here? " Upon which reproach. Wizard Lewis re- mains, and lives in the White House with the General. It befalls that with the earliest slan- ders of the ophidians, Dominie Ely and Dom- 259 WHEN MEN GREW TALL inie Campbell, the General goes to Wizard Lewis with accusations against Statesman Clay. " It's that pit-viper, Henry Clay! " cries the General. " Major, the pet employment of that scoundrel Is the vUlification of good women! " Wizard Lewis holds to a different view. He declares that the secret impulse of this base war is Statesman Calhoun, and proves it as events unfold. " And yet," asks the General, " why should he assail little Peg? Both he and Mrs. Cal- houn called upon her and Major Eaton, and congratulated them on their marriage." " That was while Major Eaton was a sena- tor," Wizard Lewis responds, " and before he became War Secretary and got In the way of the Calhoun plans. Your Vice-President, Gen- eral, is mad to be President. Also, he is so blurred in his strategy as to Imagine that these attacks on little Peg will advance his prospects." The General snorts suspiciously; a light breaks upon him, " Then your theory Is," he says, " that Cal- houn assails Peg as a step toward the presi- dency." "Precisely, General! Rightly construed, it is not an attack on Peg, but you. He is try- 260 TO THE WHITE HOUSE ing to put you before the people in the role of one who countenances the immoral, and up- holds a bad woman. In that he hopes to array every virtuous fireside against you. He looks for you to ask a second term; and, by any means In his power, he will strive to destroy you out of his path." " Now, was there ever such infamy ! " cries the General. " Here is a man so vile that he would pave his way to the White House with the slain honor of a woman! " The hate of the General is now focused upon Statesman Calhoun. That ignoble strategist, he resolves, shall never achieve the presidency. As one wherewith to defeat Statesman Cal- houn and succeed himself, the General picks upon Cabineteer Van Buren — that suave one, who is so much to the urbane fore for the pretty Peg. " Yes, sir," says the General to Wizard Lewis; "I'll take a second term! And then. Major, we will make Matt President after me." " We'll do more," returns Wizard Lewis. *' When we elect you President the second time, we'll shove aside the plotting Calhoun, and make Van Buren Vice-President." "Right!" exults the General. "Then, 261 WHEN MEN GREW TALL should I die, Matt will at once step Into my shoes." Neither the General nor Wizard Lewis is at pains to conceal their design. The sallow cheek of Statesman Calhoun grows sallower; for the news is like an icicle through his heart. It in no wise abates his war upon the pretty Peg, however; which — as Wizard Lewis guesses — is only meant to break down the General with good people. XXI WIZARD LEWIS URGES A CHANGE OF FRONT 18 CHAPTER XXI WIZARD LEWIS URGES A CHANGE OF FRONT WIZARD LEWIS, bending his brows to the situation, now counsels an extreme step. The pretty Peg Is vindicated; in all quarters she rises in triumph over Mrs. Calhoun, Mrs. Ingham, Mrs. Branch, Mrs. Berrien, and what other " society Red Sticks " — as he terms them — seek her de- struction. The next thing is to shear away the cabinet strength of Statesman Calhoun. Wiz- ard Lewis recommends a dissolution of the Cabinet. He lays his thought before the Gen- eral, who sits listening in the smoke of his long pipe. Cabineteer Van Buren will resign. Cabi- neteers Eaton and Barry will emulate his ex- ample and turn over their portfolios. With half his Cabinet gone, should the Calhoun three prove backward, the General shall demand their portfolios. "And then?" asks the General, his iron- gray head in a cloud of tobacco smoke. 265 WHEN MEN GREW TALL *' Then you will make Van Buren Minister to England, and give Major Eaton the gov- ernorship of Florida. Little Peg should look well in the palace at St. Augustine." " By the Eternal! " cries the General, as he hurls his clay pipe into the fireplace where hun- dreds of its brittle predecessors have gone crashing — " by the Eternal, we'll do it ! The last vestige of a Calhoun cabinet influence shall be wiped out! " It comes to pass as Wizard Lewis pro- grammes. Cabineteer Van Buren resigns, and Cabineteers Eaton and Barry hasten to follow his lead. The three other cabineteers sit dazed; the suddenness of the thing takes away their cabinet breaths. They sit dazed so long that the General loses patience and asks for their portfolios. One by one they hand them in, as it were at the White House door — Cabineteer Ingham being last and most reluctant of all. There be tears and mournful wailings now among the society Red Sticks. Mrs. Ingham, Mrs. Branch, and Mrs. Berrien are shak- en in their social souls, never for one mo- ment having foreseen this movement in disas- trous flank. However, there is no help for it. The deposed three wash off their social 266 A CHANGE OF FRONT war paint, and go their divers ways lament- ing; while the General and Wizard Lewis grin sourly over their fireside pipes. As for Statesman Calhoun, his schemes experience a chill; for in thus sending Cabineteers Ingham, Branch, and Berrien into political exile, the General drives a knife to the very heart of his selfish diplomacy. Cabinet wiped out, the General constructs another, with his old-time friend and comrade Livingston as Secretary of State. Also, the agreeable Van Buren departs for the Court of St. James as the General's envoy to England, while Major Eaton and the villified yet vic- torious Peg wend southward among the flowers to rule over Florida. Before he leaves Washington, the ill-used Eaton makes praiseworthy attempts to fasten a duel upon ex-Cabineteer Ingham, who hires a whole stage coach and gallops off to Baltimore — the fear of death upon him — to avoid being sacrificed. The flight of ex-Cabineteer Ingham is a shock to the General. " I knew he was a bad, designing man," says the General with a sigh; "but, upon my soul. Major, I didn't think him a coward ! " Statesman Calhoun, weaker by virtue of that 267 WHEN MEN GREW TALL Cabinet lopping off, is still too narrowly set In his White House ambitions to give up the war. In this he is much sustained by the Senate, which jealous body pretends to possess its own causes of complaint. Chief among these is the ob- vious manner In which the General promotes the importance of that old fox, Colonel Burr. The General shows that he cares more for the appointment-indorsement of Colonel Burr than for the recommendations of half the Senate. This does not set well on the proud senatorial stomachs of the togaed ones; and, with States- man Calhoun to lead them, they are willing to obstruct and baffle the General in his policies. Moved of this spirit, and at the Instigation of Statesman Calhoun, the Senate refuses to con- firm the appointment of Minister Van Buren — a Burrite — who thereupon makes his farewell unruffled bow to the great ones at St. James and returns amiably home. That Thomas Benton, who was so fortunate as to fall Into a receptive cellar on a certain Nashville occasion when the muzzle of the General's saw-handle was at his breast, and who is now in the Senate from Missouri, gives Statesman Calhoun notice of what he may ex- pect: 268 E^DWARD Livingston From a Jraiuing by y. B. Longacre. A CHANGE OF FRONT *' You have broken a minister," observes the farslghted Benton — " you have broken a Min- ister to make a Vice-President." While the slander battle against the pretty Peg is raging, a storm cloud of a different char- acter is gathering over the General. Although Statesman Clay has no part in that war upon the pretty Peg, he by no means sits with folded hands in idleness. There is a certain money-creature called the United States Bank. It is controlled by one Biddle of Philadelphia. Banker Biddle is a glistening, serpentine personage, oily and avaricious — a polished composite of assurance, greed, and lies. He is a proven and unscrupu- lous corruptionist, and a majority of both Senate and House wait upon his money-bidding. Under the Biddle influence, the Bank never fails to consider the mere " name " of a Con- gressman as perfect collateral for a loan. Even so incorrigible a bankrupt as the lion-faced Webster is good at the Biddle Bank for thou- sands. Secure in its hold on Congress, and insolent — as Money ever is when it feels secure — the Biddle Bank thinks to crack a political whip. The main bank is in Philadelphia. There 269 4~ WHEN MEN GREW TALL are twenty-five branch banks scattered here and there throughout the country. In pursu- ance of its determination to dominate politics, the Biddle Bank suddenly refuses loans to the General's friends. Banker Biddle and the Bank are secretly moved to these doughty at- titudes by Statesman Clay, who, with his party of the Whigs, has for long been their ally. Statesman Clay, in possession of the ma- chinery of his party, is resolved to put his own name forward at the head of the next Whig ticket against the formidable General. He foresees that Statesman Calhoun — who is of the General's party of the Democrats — will come to utter grief in his intrigues to supplant the General and make himself a candidate. And yet, the blue-grass Machiavelli can use Statesman Calhoun. The latter is powerful with the Senate. The Senate hates the General as blindly as does Statesman Calhoun. Machiavelli Clay resolves to have advantage of this double condition of hatred. He will beguile the General to attack the Biddle Bank. The attack can only be made by message to * Congress. That should be the opportunity of MachKucllI Clay. He will have the Senate for the battle ground; and it shall go hard if he 270 A CHANGE OF FRONT do not emerge with the General defeated and the Bank and Banker Biddle at his back. With such friends in the campaign to come later he should have the General and his party of democracy at his mercy. Thus dreams Machia- velli Clay. It is a beautiful dream — this long-drawn chi- cane of Machiavelli Clay. As a move toward its realization he suggests the policy of a loan hostility toward the General's friends; for the General will fight almost as quickly for a friend as for a woman. Banker Biddle adopts it, and the Bank de- velops it in Portsmouth. The paper of one of the General's friends — a Mr. Isaac Hill — is dishonored, and the General's friendship is understood to be the reason. The thing is managed like a challenge, and has the instant effect of bringing the General — ever ready for such a war — to the field. In its invidious at- titude toward his friends, the Bank throws down the glove; and the General promptly picks it up. In a message to Congress, he as- sails the Bank; and the fight is on. Money is always a coward, and commonly a fool. Also its instinct is the weak instinct of corruption. Its attitude toward a public is ever 271 WHEN MEN GREW TALL that of the threatening, bullying, bragging ter- rorist, who will either rule or ruin. It works by fear, and resorts to every quack device. It will gnash its jaws, lash its tail, spout fire and smoke in the face of a quailing world. And yet all this tail-lashing and jaw-gnashing and fire-spouting is a sham. Money, for all its appearance of ferocity, is no more perilous to folk who face it than is the fire-spouting, jaw-gnashing, tail-lashing papier-mache dragon of grand opera. Attack it, and what follows? A couple of rueful supernumeraries crawl ab- jectly, if grumblingly, from its papier-mache stomach — the complete yet harmless reason of the jaw-gnashing, fire-spouting, tail-lashing from which a frightened world shrunk back. Besides these furious matters. Money does another lying thing. It seeks to teach the pub- lic to regard it as the palpitant heart of the country itself. "I am the seat of life!" cries Money. " Touch me, and you die! " The advantage of this lie is clear; that is, if the lie win credit. Being the heart, however corrupt, no law surgery may reach it. If Money were the hand of a people, or the fin- gers on that hand, then it might be dealt 272 A CHANGE OF FRONT with. It could be statute-lanced or poulticed or even amputated, and no threat to life ensue. Money foresees this; and, with that lying cunning which is ever the scoundrel sword and shield of cowards, it declares itself to be the heart. Thus is it safeguarded against the honest least correction of communal saw and knife. Being the heart, its vileness may be de- plored but cannot be mended. For who is the mediciner that shall handle the heart to any result save death? And yet while Money thus proclaims itself the nation's heart it lies. It is not even so re- putable a member as the hand. At the most it comes to be no more than just a thumb, or a forefinger, and the farthest possible remove from any source of life. Folk who would aid their money-throttled hour must remember these things. Banker Biddle and the Bank, now when the General advances upon them, go through that furious charlatanry of jaw-gnashing, tail- lashing, and fire-spouting. The General is un- convinced, unterrified. His hawk eyes pierce the miserable masquerade. He knows the Bank for a dragon of paper and pretense, and does not hesitate. 273 WHEN MEN GREW TALL Falling to arouse his personal-political fear, Banker Biddle and the Bank attempt to stay the General by proclaiming a peril to the coun- try at large. " We are the throbbing heart of all pros- perity ! " they cry. The General recognizes the lie. He knows that prosperity comes from the rain and the sun and the soil, and not from banks or bankers. As well might the two-bushel sacks declare themselves to be the harvest reason of a na- tion's wheat. The General continues his ad- vance. There shall be no evasion, no hiding, no safety by lies; masks are not to avail nor pretenses protect. The General in his attack on Banker Biddle and the Bank displays a genius even with that which he employed against the English at New Orleans. Banker Biddle and the Bank are the petted custodians of all the millions of Government. The General " removes " those millions — a yellow mountain of gold I Inci- dentally, he dismisses a weak-kneed Secretary of the Treasury as a preliminary. " Remove the deposits ! " says the Gen- eral. " I dare not! " whines the weak-kneed one. 274 A CHANGE OF FRONT "I will take the responsibility!" urges the General. Still the weak-kneed one falters. At that the General sets him aside. The " removal " of those Government mil- lions, which is as the drawing off of half their life blood, leaves the Bank and Banker Biddle exceeding pale in the face. They look appeal- ingly at Statesman Clay, who, the better to manage his side of the conflict, has taken a Ken- tucky seat in the Senate. Statesman Clay en- courages the Bank and Banker Biddle. It will all come right, he says; there is a Senate bomb preparing. To bring the General squarely before the public as the Bank's destroyer. Statesman Clay anticipates the years and offers a measure renewing the charter of that money temple. Statesman Calhoun, with every Senate foe of the General, is for it. The measure gallops through both Senate and House. It is sent' whirling to the White House. " Will he sign it? " wonders Statesman Clay, in consultation with his own thoughts. For an anxious moment Statesman Clay fears the coming of that signature; he cannot con- ceive of courage greater than his own. His 275 WHEN MEN GREW TALL anxiety is misplaced. The General will not sign. When the Clay-constructed measure re- newing the charter of the Banic is laid before him, with about what ado might attend the killing of a garter snake he breaks Its back with his veto. Statesman Clay rubs his satisfied hands. " Now," says he to Banker Biddle, who Is becoming a bit weak, " we have him helpless I That veto is his death warrant ! The campaign is at hand; I shall be the candidate of my party, he of his. That veto shall be the issue 1 Money, you know, is all powerful. Being so, who shall doubt the result when now the pub- lic is driven to choose between the Bank and the White House — Prosperity and Andrew Jackson? " XXII THE DOWNFALL OF MACHIA- VELLI CLAY CHAPTER XXII THE DOWNFALL OF MACHIAVELLI CLAY MACHIAVELLI CLAY Is one who looks seldom from the window and often in the glass. No man carries himself more upon the back of his own regard than does Machiavelli Clay. He believes in the wisdom of the classes, the ignorance of the masses, and thinks that government should be of people, by statesmen, for statesmen. Also he has a profound respect for Money, and little for perishing flesh and blood. As to each of these thought-conditions he lives In head-on col- lision with the General, who in all things is his precise contradiction. As a guide by which the popular view may direct Itself, Machiavelli Clay asks the Senate to pass a vote of censure upon the General. With the help of Statesman Calhoun, he puts it through. The Clay-invoked " censure " strikes these sparks from the General: 19 279 WHEN MEN GREW TALL " Major," he cries, thinking on his saw- handles as he and Wizard Lewis sit with their evening pipes, " if I Hve to get these robes of office off, I may yet bring that rascal to a dear account." Banker Biddle, now when his precious Bank for its life or death will be made the campaign issue, is not without those pale misgivings which ever shake the livid heart of Money on the eve of war. Observing this knee-knocking trepida- tion, Machiavelli Clay attempts to give him courage. This is no difficult task for Machia- velli Clay to undertake; since, in his native ig- norance of the popular, he harbors no doubt of the General's downfall. Also he extends cheer- ing word the more readily to the quaking Bank- er Biddle, because the latter and his jeopardized Bank are to furnish those golden sinews of war, which will be required for the Whig campaign. Machiavelli Clay uplifts the confidence of Banker Biddle to a point where the latter, from his money lair in Philadelphia, WTltes him the following : " He (the General) has all the fury of a chained panther biting the bars of its cage — a condition which I think should contribute to re- lieve the country of the tyranny of this mlser- 280 MACHIAVELLI CLAY able man. You, my dear sir, are destined to be the instrument of that deliverance, and at no period of your life has the public had a deeper stake in you." In so writing to Machiavelli Clay, Banker Biddle permits his hopes to overrun his intelli- gence. Machiavelli Clay is not to become " the deliverer " of his hour, nor shall the *' chained panther " in the White House be cast out. Machiavelli Clay, however, is no Elijah gifted of prophecy; but, on the wooden-witted other hand, proves quite as besotted touching the fu- ture as does Banker Biddle. He replies to that financier in these words: " Fear not; there shall come a cleansing of the Augean stables ! Our cause cannot fail ! That veto of the Bank charter is a broad con- fession of the incompetency of the Administra- tion, and shows him (the General) unfit to carry on the business of government. I think we are authorized to confidently anticipate his defeat." Now when the candidates of the Democratic party are about to be named, Statesman Cal- houn foresees that he himself will be ignored, and ex-Cabineteer Van Buren supplant him, nominationally, for the place of Vice-President. 281 WHEN MEN GREW TALL To save his chagrin, and on the principle that when one is about to be thrown out it is wise to go out, he resigns from his vice-presiden- tial perch, lays down the Senate gavel, and returns to his home-state of South Carolina. Once there, following the Kentucky example of Machiavelli Clay, he sees to it that his own Legislature returns him to Washington as a Senator. Statesman Calhoun abandons hope of mak- ing his appearance as a White House candidate in the campaign at hand. What then? He is of middle years, and can wait. He will lie back and watch the struggle between the General and Machiavelli Clay. Let victory fall where it may, he. Statesman Calhoun, will prepare himself for his own sure triumph in the con- flict four years away. Which demonstrates that, while his judgment is crippled, his ambi- tion stands as tall and as straight as a mountain pine. The tickets are brought to the field — the General against Machiavelli Clay, with ex-Cab- ineteer Van Buren, and a Whig obscurity named Sargent running for second place. The issue presents the alternative — the General or the Bank, humanity in a death-hug with Money. 282 MACHIAVELLI CLAY Machiavelll Clay and Banker Biddle have no fears; for they are gold-blind and can see noth- ing beyond themselves. They are given a rude awakening. The people speak; and when the sound of that speaking dies out, the General has overwhelmed Machiavelli Clay with two hun- dred and nineteen electoral votes against the latter's sixty-nine. Machiavelli Clay and Bank- er Biddle and the Bank go down, while the General — ever the conqueror and never once the conquered — sweeps back to the presidency. Also ex-Cabineteer Van Buren is made Vice- President, as aforetime resolved upon by the General and Wizard Lewis, and from that Senate eminence, so lately vacated by Statesman Calhoun, will wield the gavel over togaed dis- cussion. The General, President the second time, picks up the reins, settles himself upon the box, and proceeds to drive his governmental times after this wise. He kills out what fev/ sparks of life still animate the Biddle Bank. He removes the Creeks and Cherokees from Florida and Geor- gia, and thereby guarantees the scalp on many an innocent head. He throws open the public lands for settlement at nominal figures. He fosters a gold currency and discourages paper. 283 WHEN MEN GREW TALL He pays off the last splinter of the national debt, and offers to the wondering eyes of his- tory the spectacle of a country that doesn't owe a dollar. He makes commercial treaties with every tribe of Europe. Finally, he compels France to pay five millions in gold for outrages long ago committed upon the sailors of America. The last is not brought about without some show of force, France, at the General's de- mand, falls into a white heat of rage and froths for Instant war. The General takes France at her warlike word, notifies Congress, and orders his fleet into the Mediterranean, the flagship Constitution in the van. The cool vigor of the move sets France gasp- ing. She consults England across the Channel, and is privily assured that whipping a Yankee eighty-gun ship is a feat so difficult of marine accomplishment that, like the blossoming of the century plant, it would be foolish to look for it oftener than once in one hundred years. It is England's impression, whispered in the Frank- ish ear, that it will be cheaper to pay the five millions. Whereupon, France breaks into dip- lomatic smiles, assures the General that her late war-rage was mere humor and her froth a jest. And pays. 284 MACHIAVELLI CLAY By way of a little junket, the General visits New England, and at the genial sight of him that chill region thaws like icicles in July. In- deed, the New England temperature rises to a height where Harvard College confers upon X the General the degree of Doctor of Laws. At which Statesman Adams nurses his wrath with this entry in his sour diary; *' Seminaries of learning have been time- x servers and sycophants in every age." The General has done his people many a service. He has defended them from savage Red Stick Creeks, and savage Red-coat English with their war cry of " Beauty and Booty! " Now he will do his foremost work of all, and buckler them against the javelins of treason, V' save them from between the jaws of a con- spiracy — wolfish and widespread for national destruction. The conspiracy has its birth in the ambition- crazed bosom of Statesman Calhoun; its shibo- leth is "Nullification! " *' I would sooner," said Caesar, when his courtiers were laughing at the pompous mayor of a little mud town in Spain — " I would sooner be first here than second in Rome ! " And, centuries after, the sentiment wakes a re- 285 WHEN MEN GREW TALL sponslve echo in the jealous breast of Statesman Calhoun. Statesman Calhoun aims to follow the Gen- eral in the headship of American affairs. De- feated of that, he is resolved to sever those constitutional links which bind his home-state of South Carolina to her sister States in Federal Union, and declare her a nation by and of herself. In his new role of " seceder," Statesman Cal- houn makes this impression on the English Harriet Martineau. After speaking of him as Involving himself tighter and tighter in spin- nings of political mysticism and fantastic specu- lation, she calls him a " cast-iron man " and says : "He (Calhoun) Is eager, absorbed, over- speculative. I know of no one who lives In such Intellectual solitude. He meets men and harangues them by the fireside as In the Senate. He Is wrought like a piece of machinery, set ^ going vehemently by a weight, and stops while you answer. He either passes by what you say, or twists it into suitability with what Is in his head, and begins to lecture again. He is full of his ' Nullification,' and those who know the force that is in him and his utter incapacity for modification by other minds, will no more ex- 286 MACHIAVELLI CLAY pect repose and self -retention from him than from a volcano in full force. Relaxation is no longer in the power of his will. I never saw anyone who gave me so completely the idea of ' possession.' " By which the English woman would say that she thinks Statesman Calhoun insane. She overstates, however, his *' incapacity for modi- fication " and " self-retention." There will come a day when he does not pause, nor close his eyes in sleep, between Washington and his home in South Carolina, such is his fear-spurred eagerness — with the shadow of the gibbet all across him ! — to stamp out what fires of treason he has been at pains to kindle, and avoid that halter which the General promises as their re- ward. It is in Senate debate that Statesman Calhoun removes the mask from his intended treason, and gives the world a glimpse of its blackness. He threatens, unless the tariff be changed to match his pleasure, that South Carolina will prevent its enforcement within her borders. He declares South Carolina superior to the na- tion in her powers, and proclaims for her the right to " nullify " what Federal laws she deems inimical to her peculiar interest. He shows how 287 X WHEN MEN GREW TALL South Carolina will, as against the tariff con- templated, invoke that inherent right to " nul- lify," and says, should the Washington govern- ment attempt to coerce her, she will take herself out of the Union. To this exposition of States rights, the Gen- eral in the White House listens with gathering scorn. He turns to Wizard Lewis : " Why, sir," he cries, addressing that Merlin of politics, *' if one is to believe Calhoun, the Union is like a bag of meal open at both ends. No matter how you pick it up, the meal all runs out. I shall tie the bag and save the country ! " Treason, however base, will have its friends, and Statesman Calhoun goes not without " Nul- lification " followers. In his own mischievous State the doctrine is received with open arms. The Governor issues his proclamation; a con- vention of the people is authorized by the y. Legislature, They are to meet at Colum- bia and settle the details of " Nullification " in its practical workings out. They do meet; and adopt unanimously an " Ordinance of Nul- lification " which declares the tariff just made in Washington " Null, void, and no law, nor binding upon this State, its officers or citizens." They decree that no duties, enjoined by such 288 ^^^^^ y^^^Z^^^ MACHIAVELLI CLAY tariff, shall be paid or permitted to be paid in any port of South Carolina. The closing as- sertion of the " Ordinance " runs that, should the Government of the United States try by force to collect the tariff duties, *' The people of South Carolina will thenceforth hold them- selves absolved from all further obligation to maintain or preserve their political connection with the people of the other States, and will proceed to organize a separate government, and do all other acts and things which sovereign and independent States may of right do." Following this doughty setting-out of what one might call the Palmetto-rattlesnake position, the Governor suggests military associations on the model of the Minute Men of the Revolu- tion, and makes ready for what blood-letting shall be required to sustain Statesman Calhoun in his new preachment. Altogether it is a South Carolina day of bombast and blue cockades, with Statesman Calhoun already chosen as the president of a coming " Southern Confederacy." While these dour matters are in process of Palmetto transaction, Statesman Hayne encoun- ters the lion-faced Webster on the floor of the Senate, and the latter establishes forever the rightful supremacy of the Federal Union, and 289 WHEN MEN GREW TALL demonstrates that the " Nullification " set up by Statesman Calhoun is but the chimera of a jaundiced, ambition-bitten mind. Thus canters the hour in the Senate and in South Carolina; while up in the White House the General sits reading a book. XXIII THE FEDERAL UNION: IT MUST BE PRESERVED CHAPTER XXIII THE FEDERAL UNION: IT MUST BE PRESERVED THE General is reading his book, when in walks Wizard Lewis. The latter necromancer casually alludes to Statesman Calhoun, and his pet infamy of •' Nullification." At this the General's honest rage begins to mount. " You bear witness, Major," he cries — " you bear witness how Calhoun is trying me ! But by the living heavens, I'll uphold the law ! " Then, shaking the ponderous tome at Wizard Lewis, his finger marking the place — " Here ! ^ I've been reading what old John Marshall said in the case of Aaron Burr. He makes treason in its definition as plain as a pikestaff. A man can't think treason ; he can't talk treason ; he can only act treason. It requires an act — an overt act! Calhoun is safe while he only talks or conspires. But let one of his followers perform one act of opposition to the law, even if it be no 293 WHEN MEN GREW TALL more than hand on sword hilt or just the snap- ping of a fireless flint against an empty rifle- pan, and I have him. There would be the overt act demanded by old Marshall; and he goes on to say that the overt act, once committed, at- taches to all of the conspirators and becomes the act of each. I shall keep my ear as well as my eye, Major, on Calhoun's State of South Carolina; and, at the first crackling of a treas- onable twig beneath a traitorous foot, into a felon's cell goes he. Then we shall see what a hempen noose will do for him and his ' Nulli- fication.' " The General, the better to deliver this long oration, gets up and walks the floor. Having concluded, down he drops into his chair again, and to grubbing at old John Marshall. The General and Wizard Lewis decide that a perfect White House silence concerning " Nullification " is the proper course. The General will sit mute, and never by so much as the arching of a bushy brow intimate what he will do, should Statesman Calhoun push his treason to that last extreme — that overt act of opposition to the Federal law and its enforce- ment, demanded by the great Chief Justice. And so, while arises all this turmoil of treason 294 THE FEDERAL UNION in the Senate and South Carolina, the White House is as voiceless as a tomb. While the General is silent, he Is in no sort Idle. He makes secret preparations to bruise the head of the serpent of secession with a heel of steel. He sends General Scott to South Caro- lina. Into Castle Pinckney he conveys thou- sands of rifles. One by one his warships drop into Charleston harbor, until, with broadsides trained upon the town, sc6res of them ride at ominous anchor. The General gets word to his ever-reliable Coffee. In those well-nigh twenty years which have come and gone since the English were swept up In fire at New Orleans, the hunting- shirt men in the General's country of Tennes- see have Increased and multiplied. Their num- bers are such that at the end of twenty days the energetic Coffee stands ready to cataract twenty- ''^^ five thousand of them into South Carolina at the lifting of the General's bony finger, and follow these In forty days with twenty-five thousand more. Not content with his fifty thousand hunting-shirt men from Tennessee, the General arranges for an equal force from North Carolina and Georgia. If ever a people stood within the shadow of 20 295 WHEN MEN GREW TALL doom it is our treason-forging ones of South Carolina in these days of Nullilication, Colum- bia Conventions, Minute Men, and Blue Cock- ades. Some of them are not so dim of eye but what they perceive as much, and begin to catch their breath. Still a wrong, once it be set roll- ing like a stone down hill, is difficult to over- take and stop. So, while the heart of would-be Treason beats a little faster, and its cheek turns a little whiter, as inklings of what the wordless General is doing begin to creep about among Palmetto-rattlesnake coteries, the work of mak- ing ready for black revolt proceeds. In Washington, that grim silence of the White House grows oppressive. There be prudent ones, among the nullifying adherents of Statesman Calhoun, who are willing to play the part of traitor if no peril attend the role. They are highly averse to the character if it promise to thrust their sensitive necks into gal- lows danger. The questions everywhere on the whispering lips of these timid treason mongers are: " What is the Jackson intention? What will the President do? Will he look upon Nullifi- cation as merely some minor sin of politics? 296 THE FEDERAL UNION Or, will he treat it as stark treason, and fall back on courts and hangman's ropes?" No one answers, for no one knows. As for the General himself, his lips are as dumb as a statue's. Traitors may go wrong, or go right; he will light no lamp for their guidance. The awful suspense is carrying many of the treason mongers to the brink of hysteria. Even Statesman Calhoun, morbid and ambition-mad, is made to pause. He himself begins to wonder if it would not be as well and as wise to meas- ure in advance those iron-bound anti-treason lengths to which the General stands ready to go- To help them in their perplexity, Statesman Calhoun and his Nullifying followers evolve a cunning scheme. In its amiable execution, it should lay bare, they think, the purposes of the General. Statesman Calhoun and his co- conspirators have long ago laid claim to the dead Jefferson as their patron saint of " Nul- lification," asserting that precious tenet to be his invention. They decide to give a dinner in honor of the departed publicist. The din- ner shall take place on the dead Jefferson's birthday at the Indian Queen. The General shall come as a guest. Statesman Calhoun and 297 WHEN MEN GREW TALL his co-conspirators will be there. Statesman Calhoun will offer a toast, declaratory of those superior rights over the Federal government which he asserts in fav^or of the separate States. It shall be a Nullification toast, one redolent of a State's right to secede from the Federal Union. Statesman Calhoun having launched his fire- ship of sentiment, the General will be requested to give a toast. Should he comply, it is be- lieved by Statesman Calhoun and his co-con- spirators that he will in partial measure at least unlock his plans. If he refuse — why then, under the circumstances, his refusal will be pregnant of meaning. In either event, he will be beneath the batteries of five hundred eyes, and much should be read in his face. That Jefferson dinner is an admirable device, one adapted to draw the General's fire. Its authors go about felicitating themselves upon their sagacity in evolving it. " What say you, Major? " asks the General, when he receives the invitation upon which so much of national good or ill may pend; *' what say you? Shall we humor them? You know what these Calhoun traitors are after." "True!" responds Wizard Lewis; "they 298 THE FEDERAL UNION want to count us, and measure us, in that busi- ness of their proposed treason." " I'll tell you what I think," says the Gen- eral, after a pause. " I'll fail to attend; but you shall go, and be counted in my stead. Also, since they'll expect a toast from me, I'll send them one in your care. I hope they may find it to their villain liking — they and their arch- traitor Calhoun! " The Indian Queen is a crowded hostelry that Jefferson night. The halls and waiting rooms are thronged of eminent folk. Some are there to attend the dinner; others for gossip and to hear the news. As Wizard Lewis climbs the stairs to the banquet room on the second floor, he encounters the lion-faced Webster coming down. " There's too much secession in the air for me," says the lion-faced one, shrugging his heavy shoulders. " If that be so," returns Wizard Lewis, *' it's a reason for remaining," Wizard Lewis mingles with the groups in the corridors and parlors, for the banquet hall is not yet thrown open. Among these, he nods his recognition of Colonel Johnson, of Ken- tucky, tall of form, grave of brow, he who slew 299 WHEN MEN GREW TALL Tecumseh; Senator Benton, once of that safe receptive cellar; the lean Rufus Choate, eaten of Federalism and the worship of caste; Tom Corwin, round, humorous, with a face of ruddy fun; Isaac Hill, gray and lame, the General's Senate friend from New Hampshire whose in- sulted credit started the war on Banker Biddle's bank; Editor Noah, of New York, as Hebraic and ^s red of head as Absalom ; the quick-eyed Amos Kendall; Editor Blair, who conducts the Globe, the General's mouthpiece in Washing- ton; the reckless Marcy, who declares that he sees " no harm in the aphorism that ' to the vic- tor belong the spoils of the enemy.' '' The dinner is spread. The decorations are studied in their democracy. Hundreds of can- dles in many-armed iron branches blaze and gutter about the great room. The high ceil- ings and the walls are festooned of flags. The stars and stripes are draped over a portrait of the dead Jefferson. Here and there are hung the flags of the several States. With peculiar ostentation, and as though for challenge, next to the national colors flows the Palmetto- rattlesnake flag of South Carolina — Statesman Calhoun's emblem. The dinner is profuse, and folk of appetite 300 THE FEDERAL UNION and fineness declare it elegant. There Is none of your long-drawn courses, so dear to Whigs and Federalists. Black servants come and go, to shift plates and knives, and carve at the call of a guest. At hopeful Intervals along the tables repose huge sirloins, and steaming rounds of beef. There are quail pies; chickens fried and turkeys roasted; pies of venison and rab- bits, and pot pies of squirrels; soups and fishes and vegetables; boiled hams, and giant dishes of earthenware holding baked beans; roast suckling pigs, each with a crab-apple in his jaws; corn breads and flour breads, and pan- cakes rolled with jellies; puddings — Indian, rice, and plum; mammoth quaking custards. Everywhere bristle ranks and double ranks of bottles and decanters ; a widest range of drinks, from whisky to wine of the Cape, is at every- body's elbow. Also on side tables stand wooden bowls of salads, supported by weighty cheeses; and, to close in the flanks, pies — mince, pump- kin, and apple; with final cofi^ee and slim, long pipes of clay In which to smoke tobacco of Trinidad. As the guests seat themselves. Chairman Lee proposes : '* The memory of Thomas Jefferson.'* 301 WHEN MEN GREW TALL The toast is drunk, in silence. Then, with clatter of knife and fork, clink of glasses, and hum of conversation, the feast begins. The General's absence Is a daunting surprise to many who do not know how to construe it. Wizard Lewis, through Chairman Lee, pre- sents the General's regrets. He expected to be present, but is unavoidably detained at the White House. The " regrets " are received uneasily; the General's absence plainly gives concern to more than one. As the dinner marches forward, " Nullifica- tion " and secession are much and loudly talked. They become so openly the burden of conversa- tion and are withal so loosely in the common air, that sundry gentlemen — more timorous than loyal perhaps — make pointless excuses, and withdraw. Statesman Calhoun sits on the right hand of Chairman Lee. The festival approaches the glass and bottle stage, and toasts are offered. There are a round score of these; each smells of secession and State's rights. The speeches which follow are even more malodorous of treason than the toasts. The hour is hurrying toward the late. Statesman Calhoun whispers a word to Chair- 302 THE FEDERAL UNION man Lee; evidently the urgent moment is at hand. Statesman Calhoun hands a slip of paper to Chairman Lee. There falls a stillness; laughter dies and talk is hushed. Chairman Lee rises to his feet. He pays Statesman Calhoun many flowery compliments. " The distinguished statesman from South Carolina," says Chairman Lee in conclusion, " begs to propose this sentiment." He reads from the slip : " ' The Federal Union ! Next to our liberty, the most dear ! May we all remem- ber that it can only be preserved by respecting the rights of the States, and distributing equally the burdens and the benefits of that Union ! ' " The stillness of death continues — marked and profound; for, as Chairman Lee resumes his seat, Wizard Lewis rises. All know his re- lations with the General; every eye is on him with a look of interrogation. Now when the Calhoun toast has been read, they scan the face of Wizard Lewis, representative of the absent General, to note the effect of the shot. Wiz- ard Lewis is admirable, and notably steady. " The President," says Wizard Lewis, " when he sent his regrets, sent also a senti- ment." 303 WHEN MEN GREW TALL Wizard Lewis passes a folded paper to Chairman Lee, who opens it and reads : *' * The Federal Union ! It must be pre- served ! ' " The words fall clear as a bell — for some, perhaps, a bell of warning. Statesman Cal- houn's face is high and insolent. But only for a moment. Then his glance falls; his brow becomes pallid, and breaks into a pin-point sprinkle of sweat. He seems to shrink and sear and wither, as though given some fleeting pic- ture of the future, and the gallows prophecy thereof. In the end he sits as though in a kind of blackness of despair. The General is not there, but his words are there, and Statesman Calhoun is not wanting of an impression of the terrible meaning, personal to himself, which underlies them. It is a moment ominous and mighty — a mo- ment when a plot to stampede history is foiled by a sentiment, and Treason's heart and Trea- son's hand are palsied by a toast of seven words. And while Statesman Calhoun, white and frightened and broken, is helpless in the midst of his followers, the General sits alone and thoughtful with his quiet White House pipe. 304 THE FEDERAL UNION For all the plain sureness of that toast, the would-be rebellionists now crave a surer sign. A member of Congress from South Carolina, polite and insinuating, calls on the General. " Mr. President," says the insinuating sign- seeking one, suavely deferential, " to-morrow I go back to my home. Have you any message for the good folk of South Carolina? " " Yes," returns the General grimly, his hard blue eyes upon the insinuating one, while his heavy brows are lowered in that falcon-trick of menace — " yes; I have a message for the ' good folk of South Carolina.' You may say to the ' good folk of South Carolina ' that if one of them so much as lift finger in defiance of the laws of this government, I shall come down there. And I'll hang the first man I lay hands on, to the first tree I can reach." XXIV THE ROUT OF TREASON CHAPTER XXIV THE ROUT OF TREASON DEMOCRACY goes not without its de- fects, and there be times when that very freedom wherewith it invests the citizen spreads a snare to his feet. For a chief fault, Democracy is apt to mislead am- bitious ones, dominated of ego and a want of patriotism in even parts. Such are prone to run liberty into license in following forth the appetites of their own selfishness, and forget where the frontiers of loyalty leave off and those of black treason begin. In a democracy, for your clambering nar- rowist to turn traitor is never a far-fetched task. Being free to speak as he politically will and, per incident, think as he politically will, he finds it no mighty journey to the perilous assumption that he may act as he politically will. Know- ing his duty to guard the temple, he argues therefrom his right to deface it. Treason fades 309 WHEN MEN GREW TALL into a mere abstraction — a crime curious in this, that it is impossible of concrete commission. Statesman Calhoun is among these ill-guided ones of topsy-turvy patriotism. Blurred by ambition, soured of disappointment, license and liberty have grown with him to be unconscious synonyms. The laws against treason carry only a remonstrance, never a warning, and — as he reads them — but deplore that civic villainy, while threatening nothing of grief for what dark souls shall be guilty of it. In this frame the General's stark sentiment, " The Federal Union ! It must be preserved ! " and that sub- sequent hanging promise which, by the mouth of the suave insinuating one, he sends to " the good folk of South Carolina," go beyond sur- prise with Statesman Calhoun, and provide a shock. It is as though, walking in a trance of treason, he knocks his head against the White House wall; his awakening is rudely, painfully complete. That dream of a separate nation, with himself at its head, gives way to hangman visions of rope and gallows tree; and, from bending his energies to methods by which he may take South Carolina out of the Union, he gives himself wholly to the more tremulous enterprise of keeping himself out of jail. 310 THE ROUT OF TREASON Some hint of that recent literature, which the General found so interesting, gets abroad, and many go reading the lucid dictum of old Mar- shall, Treason as a crime becomes better un- derstood; and — by Statesman Calhoun at least — better feared. Moved of these fears, States- man Calhoun sends message after message into his restless Palmetto-rattlesnake State of South Carolina commanding, nay imploring, a present suspension of " Nullification." His Palmetto- rattlesnake adherents, while not understanding the danger which fringes them about, have al- ready found enough that is alarming in the very air; and, for their own safety as much as his, are heedful to regard that prayer for a " Nullification " passivity. The South Caro- lina shouting ceases; the Minute Men rest on their traitorous arms; the manufacture of blue cockades is abandoned; while the Columbia convention devotes itself to innocuous adjourn- ments from innocent day to day. While Palmetto-rattlesnake affairs are thus timidly quiescent, the Senate itself — having read old Marshall, and being, moreover, some- what instructed by the watchful attitude of the General, who sits in the White House a figure of frowning menace, both relentless and fateful 21 311 WHEN MEN GREW TALL — devotes itself to the scaffold extrication of Statesman Calhoun, Machiavelli Clay leads the rescue party. His is of an opposite politi- cal church to that of Statesman Calhoun; but the pair meet on the warm, common ground of a deathless hatred of the General. Under the mollifying guidance of Machiavelli Clay, Sena- tor after Senator surrenders those pet schedules of tariff desired of his own people, and puts the surrender on the expressive basis of " saving the neck of Calhoun." When every possible tariff cut has been ar- ranged, and Congress adjourns, Statesman Cal- houn makes his memorable homeward flight. Horse after horse he rides down, night becomes as day; for Death crouches on his crupper, and he must stay the Nullifying hand of South Carolina to save his own neck. He succeeds beyond his deserts, and comes powdering into Columbia, worn and wan and anxious, yet none the less ahead of that " overt act " whereof old Marshall spoke, and for which the somber Gen- eral waits. Once among his own treason-hatching co- terie, Statesman Calhoun loses no moments, but breaks up the " Nullification " nest. Secession dies in the shell, and the Columbia convention, 312 THE ROUT OF TREASON with more speed even than it displayed in pass- ing It, repeals that " Ordinance of Nullifica- tion." Thereupon Statesman Calhoun draws his breath more freely, as one who has been grazed by the sinister fangs of Fate; while the Inveterate General heaves a sigh of regret. Wizard Lewis overhears the sigh, and ques- tions it. At this the General explains his dis- appointment. " It would have been better," says he, " had we shed a little blood. This Is not the end. Major; the serpent of treason Is only bruised, not slain. Had Calhoun run his course, a handful of hundreds might have died. As af- fairs stand, however, the country must one day wade knee-deep In blood to save itself. These men are not honest. Their true purpose is the downfall of the Union. Their present pretext Is tariff; next time It will be slavery." By way of bringing the iniquity of " Nul- lification " before the people, together with his views concerning It, the General seizes his big iron pen, and scratches off a proclamation. " I consider," says he, " the power to annul a law of the United States, assumed by one State, incompatible with the existence of the Union, contradicted expressly by the Constltu- 313 WHEN MEN GREW TALL tion, unauthorized by either Its letter or Its spirit, inconsistent with every principle upon which it was founded, and destructive of the great object for which It was formed." The country, reading the General's exposi- tion of the Union and its Gibraltar-like char- acter, breaks into bonfires, oratory, dinners, barbecues, parades, and what other schemes of jubilation are practiced by a free people. That Is to say the country breaks Into these sundry jubilant things, If one except the truant State of South Carolina. In that Palmetto-rattlesnake- ridden commonwealth there prevails a sulky silence. No bonfires blaze, no barbecues scorch, no dinners smoke, no parades march. Baffled In its would-be treasons, afraid to stretch forth Its nullifying hand lest the sword of retribu- tion strike It off at the wrist, it comports itself like a spoiled child thwarted, and upholds its little dignity with a pout. No one heeds, how- ever; and, beyond an occasional baleful glance from the General, the rest of the world leaves it to recover from that pout In its own time and way. When Congress reconvenes. Statesman Cal- houn creeps back to his Senate place. But the perils through which he has passed have left 3^^ THE ROUT OF TREASON their furrowing traces, and now he offers noth- ing, says nothing, does nothing. His heart is water; his evil potentialities have oozed away. Haunted of that hangman fear which still hag- rides him, he abides mute, motionless, impo- tent, like some Satan in chains. To further wound Statesman Calhoun, and in the mean, protesting teeth of Machiavelli Clay, the Senate expunges from its record the vote of censure it once passed upon the Gen- eral. The resolution to expunge is offered by Senator Benton who, as against a far-off Nash- ville hour when only a generous cellar saved him from the General's saw-handle, is to-day the latter's partisan and friend. The General is hugely pleased by the censure-expunging resolu- tion, and has what Senate ones supported it — being fairly the whole Senate, when one forgets Machiavelli Clay, and our chained, embittered Satan, Statesman Calhoun — to a grand dinner in the East Room. And now the official times wag prosperously with the General. His friends are everywhere dominant, his enemies everywhere in retreat. Also his hair, from iron gray, fades to milk- white. Since nothing peculiar presses upon him in 315 WHEN MEN GREW TALL the way of opposition, the General falls ill. He makes little of this, however; and cures himself with tobacco, coffee, calomel, and lancets, while outraged doctors groan. Likewise, he burns midnight oil in planning with Wizard Lewis the elevation of Vice-President Van Buren, who he is resolved shall have the presidency after him. While thus the General lays his Van Buren plans, misguided admirers bombard him with such marks of their regard as a phaeton built of unbarked hickory, and a cheese weighing fourteen hundred pounds. The latter sturdy confection Is trundled Into the White House kitchen, from which coign of vantage It sends on high a perfume so utterly urgent that none may stay In the White House until It Is re- moved. Following its going, the executive win- dows are thrown open throughout a wind-swept afternoon, to the end that the last suffocating reminder of that cheese shall be eliminated. The General's hours as President are draw- ing to a close. His hopes touching a succes- sor carry through triumphantly, and Vice-Presi- dent Van Buren is selected to follow him. Neither Machiavelli Clay for the Whigs, nor Statesman Calhoun among the Democrats, has 316 7 7 2.^^(^ ^><-^ ^^C-^-^^c^ THE ROUT OF TREASON the courage to offer his own name to the people. Statesman Calhoun, aiming to subtract as much as he may from the fortunes of nominee Van Buren, produces a bolting ticket, headed by one Mangum; and, for Mangum, Palmetto- rattlesnake South Carolina — still in a tearful pout — wastes Its lonely arrow in the air. It was, it will be, ever thus with South Carolina, who might do herself a good, and come to some true notion of her own peevish Inconsequence, if she would but take a long, hard look In the glass. She is as one who attends the fairs, but so over-esteems herself as to defeat every bar- gain she might make. Her best chances are cast away, a cheap sacrifice to vanity, since no one will either buy her or sell her at the figure she sets on herself. Thus, too, will it continue. Her frayed prospects, already behind a fashion, are to wax more shopworn and more threadbare as the years unfold. Nominee Van Buren is elected to succeed the General In the White House, and every friend of the latter votes for the little polite man of KInderhook. The General Is delighted, since the elevation of nominee Van Buren provides for a continuation of his darling policies. 317 WHEN MEN GREW TALL Wizard Lewis is delighted, because the new situation permits the return of himself and his beloved General to their homes by the Cumber- land. Nor does it detract from the satisfac- tion of either that, with the presidential com- ing of the Kinderhook one, the final door of political hope is barred fast in the faces of Machiavelli Clay and Statesman Calhoun; for both the General and Wizard Lewis hate these two as though that hatred were a religious rite. At last dawns President Van Buren's in- auguration morning, and the General stands for the last time before a people whose good and whose honor he has so jealously guarded. Of this farewell appearance, poet Willis writes: "The air was elastic; the day bright and still. More than twenty thousand people had assembled. The procession, the General and Mr. Van Buren riding uncovered, arrived a little after noon. Their carriage, drawn by four grays, paused. Descending from it at the foot of the steps, a passage was made through the crowd, and the tall white head of the old chieftain went steadily up. The crowd of dip- lomats and senators to the rear gave way. A murmur of feeling rose up from the moving mass below, as the infirm old General, coming as he had from a sick chamber which his physi- 318 THE ROUT OF TREASON cians had thought it impossible he should leave, stood bowed before the people." In his address the General touches many things. He closes by saying: " My own race is nearly run. Advanced age and failing health warn me that I must soon pass beyond the reach of human events. I thank God my life has been spent in a land of liberty, and that He gave me a heart wherewith to love my country. Filled with gratitude, I bid you farewell." XXV THE GRAVE AT THE GARDEN'S FOOT CHAPTER XXV THE GRAVE AT THE GARDEN's FOOT THE General wends his slow way home- ward, and is two months about the journey. His progress, broken by many stops, is like both a triumph and a fu- neral; for double ranks of worshipers line the route and sob or cheer as he passes. The harsh horse-face is seamed of care and worn by sickness; but the slim form is still erect and lance-like, and the blue eyes gleam as hawkishly dangerous as when, behind his low mud walls with the faithful Coffee and his hunting-shirt men, he broke down England's pride at New Orleans. Everywhere the people press about him; for republics are not ungrateful, and for once in a way of politics it is the setting, not the rising sun upon which all eyes are centered. In the end he reaches home, and his country of the Cumberland, as on many a former day, opens its arms to receive him. 323 WHEN MEN GREW TALL And now the General, for all his sickness and his well-nigh threescore years and ten, must bend himself to his labors as a planter; for he has come back very poor. He has his acres and his slaves; but debts have piled themselves high, and the tooth of decay can do a devas- tating deal in eight years. The General goes to work as though life is just begun. The fences are renewed, the build- ings repaired, while the plow breaks fresh fur- rows in fields that have lain fallow too long. To finance his plans, he borrows ten thousand dollars from Editor Blair. Later, by a huddle of months. Congress repays him that one- thousand-dollar fine, of which a quarter of a century before he was mulcted in New Orleans. This latter, interest swollen, is twenty-seven hundred dollars — a sum not treated lightly in this hour of his narrowed fortunes ! All goes prosperously. The generous soil, as though for welcome to the General, grants such crops of cotton that the wondering Cumberland folk, as once they did aforetime, come miles to view his fields. When not busy with his plant- ing, the General is immersed In politics. Each day he rides down to Wizard Lewis four miles below; or Wizard Lewis rides those four miles 324 GRAVE AT GARDEN'S FOOT up to the Hermitage. Being together, the pair, over pipe and moderate glass, sagely consider the state of the nation. Down by the General's gate is a large- stomached mail box. Each morning finds it stuffed to suffocation with sheaves of letters and papers tied in bundles. Also there are shoals and shoals of visitors. For the General's home is a Mecca of politics, to which pilgrims of party turn their steps by ones and twos and tens. Some come to do the stark old General honor; some are one-time comrades, or friends who rose up around him on fields of party war. For the most, however, and because humanity is selfish before it is either just or generous, the visitors are oflice-seeking folk, who ask the magic of the General's signature to their ap- peals. These selfish ones become, in their vermin number and persistency, a very plague. They wring from the suffering General the follow- ing: " The good book, Major," says he to Wiz- ard Lewis, " tells us that at the beginning there were in Eden a man, a woman, and an office seeker who had been kicked out of heaven for preaching ' Nullification ' ! To judge of the 325 V/HEN MEN GREW TALL visiting procession, as it streams in and out of my front gate, I should say that the latter in his descendants has increased and multiplied far beyond the other two." The French king forgets and forgives those grievous five millions, and dispatches an artist of celebration to paint the General's portrait. The artist finds the latter of a mind to humor the French king. The portrait is painted — a striking likeness! — and the gratified artist car- ries it victoriously across seas to his royal master. The Glheral becomes concerned in keeping England from stealing Oregon, and writes let- ters to the Government at Washington in pro- test against it. " Oregon or war! " is his counsel. Just as deeply does he involve himself for the admission of Texas into the Union, declar- ing that of right the nation's boundary should be, and, save for the criminal carelessness of Statesman Adams on the occasion of the last treaty with Spain — made in a Monroe hour — would be, the Rio Grande. Statesman Adams, now in his icy old age, makes a speech in Bos- ton and denies this; whereat the General retorts in an open letter that Statesman Adams is " a 326 Andrew Jackson From a portrait made at The Hermitage, April 15, 1845. GRAVE AT GARDEN'S FOOT monarchist in disguise," a " traitor," a " falsi- fier," and his " entire address full of statements at war with truth, and sentiments hostile to every dictate of patriotism." Machiavelli Clay foolishly invades the Cum- berland country on a broad mission of personal politics, and he like Statesman Adams makes a speech. Machiavelli Clay, however, does not talk of Oregon, or Texas, or what shall be the nation's foreign policy, whether timid or war- like. His is wholly and solely a party oration, and in it he pays left-handed tribute to Aaron Burr, dead a decade. Machiavelli Clay escapes no better with his offensive eloquence than does Statesman Adams. The perilous old General from his Hermitage is instantly out upon him with another open letter, of which the closing paragraph says: " How contemptible does this lying dema- gogue appear, when he descends from his high place in the Senate, and roams over the country retailing slanders against the dead." The General is much refreshed by these out- bursts, and, in that contentment of soul which follows, resolves to join the church. Long ago he promised the blooming Rachel, fast asleep 22 327 WHEN MEN GREW TALL at the foot of the garden, that once he be free from the muddy yoke of politics he will accept religion, and now he keeps his word. He unites himself with the congregation which worships in that little chapel, aforetime built for the blooming Rachel, and, upon his coming into the fold, there arises vast rejoicing throughout the ardent length and breadth of Cumberland Pres- byterianism. The pastor. Dominie Edgar, calls often at the Hermitage; for he feels that the General may require some special spiritual grooming. One day he observes that convert's saw-handles, oiled and neat and ready for blood, on a man- tel, prayerfully crossed beneath a portrait of the blooming Rachel. The good dominie Is shocked, but does not show it. He picks up one of the saw-handles. " This has seen service, doubtless," he re- marks tentatively. "Ayl" responds the General grimly; "It has seen good service." Dominie Edgar puts the saw-handle back in place, and his curiosity pushes no farther afield. He rightly conjectures it to be the weapon which cut down the slanderous Dickinson, and mentally holds that it will more advantage the 328 GRAVE AT GARDEN'S FOOT soul of his convert to touch as scantily as may be upon topics so ferocious. Shifting his ground, Dominie Edgar asks: "General, do you forgive your enemies?" " Parson," says the convert, " I forgive my enemies, and welcome. But I shall never " — here he points up at the portrait of the bloom- ing Rachel, which seems to lovingly follow his every motion with its painted patient eyes — *' I shall never forgive her enemies. My feud shall follow them, and the memory of them, to the end of time." Dominie Edgar sits down with his convert to show him the error of his obdurate ways. He lectures cogently. It is to be feared, how- ever, that his doctrinal seed of forgiveness falls upon hard, intractable ground; for, while the convert says never a word, the lecture serves but to light again in those blue eyes what lamps of hateful battle burned there on a certain fierce May morning in that popular Kentucky wood. The long days come and go, and the Gen- eral lives on in fortune, peace, and honor. Then the end draws down ; for the General has run his threescore years and ten, and well-nigh ten years more. Wizard Lewis sits by his bedside, and never leaves him. 329 WHEN MEN GREW TALL " I want to go, Major," murmurs the Gen- eral to Wizard Lewis; " for she is over there." He raises his eyes to the portrait of the bloom- ing Rachel, and looks upon it long and lovingly. *' Major! " — ^Wizard Lewis presses the thin hand — " see that they make my grave by her side at the garden's foot! " The General drifts into a stupor, Wizard Lewis holding fast his hand. The good dom- inie Edgar is on his knees at prayer. From the porch outside the sick room are heard the sobs and moans of the mourning blacks. Wizard Lewis attempts to recall the dying General. " What would you have done with Cal- houn," he asks, " had he persisted in his ' Nul- lification ' designs? " The blue eyes rouse, and sparkle and glance with old-time fire. *' What would I have done with Calhoun? " repeats the General, his voice renewed and strong; "Hanged him, sir! — hanged him as high as Haman ! He should have been a warn- ing to traitors for all time! " The sparkle subsides; the blue eyes close again in the dullness of coming death. Wizard Lewis holds the poor thin hand, while Dom- 330 GRAVE AT GARDEN'S FOOT inie Edgar prays on to the accompaniment of the sobbing and the moaning of the sorrowing blacks. The prayer ends; the good dominie rises to his feet. "Do you know me, General?" he whis- pers. The dim eyes are lifted to those of Dom- inie Edgar. 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