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DEAR SIR:--

In the Summer of 1903, two friends of Major Huse were hospitably
entertained by him at his charming home, "The Rocks," on the Hudson,
just south of West Point, and, during their visit, were greatly
interested in listening to his recital of some of his experiences as
agent in Europe for purchasing army supplies for the Confederate States
during the Civil war.

I was so impressed by this unique bit of history that I succeeded, after
much urging, in inducing him to write it, believing that it should be
preserved, and knowing that no one else could furnish it.

His four years' experience would, if fully told, fill a large volume,
but this brief recital is all that can be hoped for.

I am sending you herewith a copy of this pamphlet. If you wish to keep
it, please send 25 cents in enclosed coin card. If you do not want it,
please return it flat by pasting the enclosed stamped and addressed
envelope on the enclosing envelope.

  Yours truly,

  J. S. ROGERS.

  Room 118, Barristers Hall,
  15 Pemberton Square,
  Boston, Mass.



THE SUPPLIES

FOR THE

CONFEDERATE ARMY


HOW THEY WERE OBTAINED IN EUROPE
AND HOW PAID FOR


PERSONAL REMINISCENCES AND
UNPUBLISHED HISTORY


BY

CALEB HUSE

MAJOR AND PURCHASING AGENT, C. S. A.


BOSTON

PRESS OF T. R. MARVIN & SON

1904




BY JAMES S. ROGERS

BOSTON, MASS.




In the Summer of 1903, two friends of Major Huse were hospitably
entertained by him at his charming home, "The Rocks," on the Hudson,
just south of West Point, and, during their visit, were greatly
interested in listening to his recital of some of his experiences as
agent in Europe for purchasing army supplies for the Confederate States
during the Civil war.

So impressed were they by this unique bit of history that they
succeeded, after much urging, in inducing him to write it, believing
that it should be preserved, and knowing that no one else could furnish
it.

His four years' experience would, if fully told, fill a large volume,
but this brief recital is all that can be hoped for.

If the cost of publication is not met by the nominal price charged for
this pamphlet, the satisfaction of preserving the record in print will
compensate for any loss sustained by the

  TWO FRIENDS.

  _August, 1904._




REMINISCENCES


On my return in May, 1860, from a six months' leave of absence spent in
Europe, I found an appointment as professor of chemistry and commandant
of cadets in the University of Alabama awaiting my acceptance. During my
absence the President of the University and a committee of the Board of
Trustees visited West Point and the Virginia Military Institute and,
pleased with the discipline of both institutions, decided to adopt the
military system, and applied to Colonel Delafield, then the
Superintendent at West Point, for an officer to start them. Col.
Delafield gave them my name but was unable to say whether or not I would
resign from the army. I was then a first lieutenant of artillery; and,
as such, was on the rolls of the garrison of Fort Sumter.

I accepted the position and began my duties in September. My leave of
absence had expired in May; but the authorities of the University,
fearing that I might regret severing irrevocably my connection with the
army--which I had entered as a cadet at sixteen--obtained from the
Secretary of War an extension of the leave till May, 1861, when I was to
resign if all was satisfactory at that time.

It is proper to mention here that the introduction of military drill and
discipline at the State University had no connection whatever with any
secession movement in Alabama, and the fact that a Massachusetts-born
man and of Puritan descent was selected to inaugurate the system, will,
or ought to be, accepted as confirmatory of this assertion.

Discipline was almost at an end at the University, and in seeking ways
and means for restoring it, the attention of the Faculty and Trustees
was directed to the Virginia Military Institute which had been in
successful operation for about fifty years. As this institution had been
organized by a graduate of West Point, and in some respects resembled
the United States Military Academy, it was hoped that in Alabama good
results might be secured by the adoption of similar methods.

Military drill is taught at the present time in many schools and
colleges, but the intention of the Alabama University authorities was
not merely to drill students, but to hold them under military restraint,
as is effectually done at West Point, and, I may add, as cannot be done
in any college designed to qualify young men to become civilian members
of a great republic.

West Point and Annapolis have proved themselves noble institutions for
the purpose for which they were designed--that of training young men to
become officers over other men--but the mission of these schools is not
to fit young men for civil life. Their methods cannot be grafted upon
literary or technical civil institutions, and it is not desirable that
they should be applied to civil colleges or schools of any kind. But the
University of Alabama was a military college so far as concerned
discipline, and to this end I was given a Colonel's commission by the
Governor of the State, with two assistants, one a major, the other a
captain. Tents, arms and infantry equipments were purchased of the
United States Government, and a uniform similar to that of the West
Point cadets was adopted. The students were assembled on the first of
September, and a camp established on the University grounds. Drills were
inaugurated at once and regular camp duties were required and performed.

Everything seemed to be progressing very satisfactorily till one day,
some three weeks after the pitching of the camp, the President of the
University (Dr. Garland) desired to see me at his office. On entering I
found him and a trusted professor awaiting my coming, with disturbed
looks. No time was wasted in the preliminaries; Dr. Garland came to the
point at once by telling me that there was a mutiny brewing in my camp
which it would be impossible for me to quell. He then explained that the
cadets were dissatisfied because I was a northern-born man; that they
called me a d----d Yankee, and intended running me out of the State. He
thought they would be successful, for the ringleaders were old students
who had given a great deal of trouble before I came, and, what made the
matter worse, these students were sons of influential men in the State,
and the mothers of the mutineers were encouraging them.

I asked if any of the Trustees or the Faculty wished me to resign and
was assured of the contrary. I then said that, but for one thing, I
should have no hesitation in resigning. The cadets, backed by their
families, had threatened to run me out of the State; I should put upon
them the responsibility of executing their threat; I should not resign.
I went back to camp and never heard anything more about the "mutiny."

I mention this incident only to show the feeling existing in an extreme
southern State at that time--less than two months before the election of
President Lincoln.

The story of the intended mutiny was well founded, and was only one
phase of the general feeling of unrest throughout Alabama. But, even at
that time, which was within six weeks of election day, the idea of
secession did not prevail. Probably had its people been called upon to
vote on the question, there would have been a very large majority
against secession. After the election in November the unrest manifestly
increased, and conservative men began to consider secession possible and
even probable.

At the University there was no excitement. Instruction went on as usual
and the era of orderly deportment, begun in camp, continued, much to the
satisfaction of every one and especially to the citizens of Tuscaloosa.
But military discipline, to which, as admitted by every one, the
improved deportment was due, added to the outgo of the University
without materially increasing its income, and the only hope of obtaining
money to meet the increased expenses was through an appropriation by the
Legislature. To secure this, President Garland proposed that the
battalion of Cadets--for so the students were called--should go to
Montgomery and be reviewed by the Governor and by the Legislature, which
was then in session.

This idea was strongly opposed not only by members of the Faculty but by
men whose sons were in the University. The fear prevailed that the
students would be unmanageable under the many temptations which
Montgomery would afford, and that even the well-meant hospitality of the
citizens, which was sure to be generous, would cause trouble. Whether to
make the trip or not was left to my decision. I decided without
hesitation in favor of the expedition, and arrangements were made for
two steamboats, one to take us down the Black Warrior, the other for the
journey up the Alabama to Montgomery.

In Mobile the cadets were cordially received, and conducted themselves
to my entire satisfaction. On the steamboats their behavior was all that
could be desired, and in Montgomery everybody was proud of their
appearance and deportment. For sleeping accommodations the cadets
carried their own blankets and turned in on the floor of a large hall.
Camp discipline was maintained and perfect order prevailed.

The battalion was reviewed in front of the State House by the Governor
and both Houses of the Legislature, and everything passed off most
satisfactorily. In the evening, after the review, a committee of the
Legislature called on me and asked what I wanted. The reply was: An
annual appropriation so long as the military organization was maintained
at the University.

I remember that a cousin of Senator John P. Hale of New Hampshire (one
of the most pronounced abolitionists of the country) was a member of
the committee. He said to me: "Now you come up to the House tomorrow and
see how we will put this matter through." I did so, and certainly it was
"put through," for, while I was there the bill was given all its
readings--the rules being suspended for the purpose--and it was taken to
the Senate and similarly rushed. The Governor signed it, and the next
day the cadets started on their return home.

We had left Tuscaloosa in a heavy rain-storm, escorted to the
steamboat--some two miles--by the Montgomery Guards. The trip had been
entirely successful and there had not been a case of misbehavior from
start to finish. Of course drinking was the one thing to be feared, and
when one considers all the temptations on the steamboats and in Mobile
and Montgomery, it is a little remarkable that there were no infractions
of the rules, one of which was that no cadet should enter a bar-room on
pain of instant dismissal.

As already stated, I went to the University of Alabama under leave of
absence which was to terminate in May, 1861. In February I received an
order revoking the unexpired portion of my leave and directing me to
report for duty in Washington. I replied that my leave was granted with
the understanding that I was to resign at its expiration, and as I saw
no reason to alter my determination, I offered my resignation. There was
no expectation on my part that my future would be any other than such as
my position as professor in the University of Alabama would occasion.

My resignation was accepted February 25th. In April--I think it was
April 1st--I received a telegram from the Confederate States Secretary
of the Navy Mallory, to "come to Montgomery and take a commission for
active service." I think I am quoting the words of the message. I
started without delay, and on arriving in Montgomery was introduced to
Secretary of War Walker, who soon said to me: "The President has
designated you to go to Europe for the purchase of arms and military
supplies; when can you go?" I replied that, of course, I could go
immediately, but if any preparations were to be made which would
require time, I should like to return to my family before starting.
"Take ten days," said he. "Be back here at the end of that time." I was
then introduced to Col. Gorgas, Chief of Ordnance, to whom I was to
report.

I returned to Tuscaloosa and early in the morning of the tenth day of my
leave of absence, I drove into Montgomery on the top of a stage-coach.
When near the town we met a man on horseback who shouted that Beauregard
had opened fire on Sumter. By this I know that it was April 12th. There
was naturally much excitement in Montgomery, especially about the War
and Navy Departments.

On reporting to Col. Gorgas, I found that no arrangements had been made
for my going to Europe. I had no orders and did not know what I was to
do for money. I called on the Secretary of the Treasury, Meminger, but
he knew nothing about my going abroad. "When are you going?" said he. I
replied that if I expected to get through the North, I had no time to
lose; and it was finally arranged that he should provide me with money
for my trip to New York, where I should receive funds for my journey to
Europe. During my interview he remarked that he had no money; and it
would appear that the statement was literally true, for it is difficult
to conceive from what source, so soon after its organization, a new
Government could derive any revenue.

Before leaving Montgomery, Mr. Davis called me to his office and asked
me to be seated while he received his callers, saying he wanted to talk
with me about my mission, and that ideas would come to him between his
interviews with his callers. I took the chair assigned me, and while he
was reading the pile of letters which lay open before him, the callers
began to come in. I do not recall any of the conversation which took
place, but I remember clearly one incident which some may say was
characteristic of the man. Looking over a letter of four full-sized
pages, and standing up with some show of irritation, he said, "I wish
people would not write me advice," and he tore the letter in two; and,
repeating the remark, tore it into small bits which he threw upon the
floor. He mentioned the name of the writer, who, I knew, was a friend
and neighbor.

I may be permitted to narrate a personal incident which occurred before
I left Montgomery. One evening about sunset, while I was waiting in the
office of the Secretary of War, for the comparatively insignificant sum
of money to be provided for my expenses to England, Mr. Davis greeted me
as Major. I replied: "I might ask, Mr. President, in what regiment,"
having in mind the well known anecdote of the subaltern who, on handing
the Emperor Napoleon his chapeau which had fallen, was thanked under the
title of captain. Mr. Davis then explained the principle he had laid
down for himself in appointing officers who had been in the U. S. army.
It was to advance no one more than one grade. He said that Beauregard
was only a captain of engineers, and had been made a brigadier general;
but in this, the rule had not been violated, for, by serving at West
Point as superintendent although for a few days only--five, as shown by
the records--he was a colonel in the army, and had, therefore, been
advanced but one grade. Mr. Davis remarked that there were officers
enough for all field purposes, but the trouble was to find men qualified
to prepare the army for its work.

I had arranged to pass through Charleston in order that I might visit
Sumter and see the effect of the artillery fire upon it. Arriving in
Charleston in the evening I went to Morris Island the following morning,
and from there in a row-boat to Sumter, accompanied by two young
artillery captains. We were all young in those days; I was just thirty,
and these young men were my juniors by some years. They had both been
under my instruction as cadets at West Point when I was on duty there,
but I cannot now recall their names. On our return from Sumter, we three
lay on the warm sand near the shore, and naturally the conversation was
chiefly on the events of the last few days. In the course of our talk, I
remarked, "What in the world made Anderson surrender the fort?" For in
my opinion it was no more damaged for defence than a brick wall would
be by a boy's snapping marbles against it. As for anything the
Confederate artillery could bring to bear upon it, it was literally
impregnable--as shown by the fact that with all the resources of the
United States army and navy it was never retaken. The wooden quarters
had taken fire, and, for a time doubtless, the fort was a very
uncomfortable place, and it was feared that the magazine would explode.
But when Anderson surrendered all that danger had passed.

Major Anderson was a gallant officer who had proved his efficiency and
bravery in the Mexican War, for which he was rewarded with two brevets;
but for one who saw Sumter as I did, shortly after its surrender, when
nothing had been changed since Anderson saluted his flag and marched his
command on board the Confederate steamer Isabel, it is impossible to
understand why the surrender should have been made when it was.
Eventually his command might have been starved out. But although for
several days it was short of some kinds of desirable food, and destitute
of fresh provisions, there remained several barrels of pork which he
took with him when he left. Not only was no assault ever made, but the
enemy had no boats or scaling ladders with which to attempt an assault,
as Anderson must have known.

If the United States Government deliberately intended to force a war and
thus settle once for all the entire question between the North and the
South, no strategy could have been more effectual than that of
sacrificing Sumter exactly as it was sacrificed. The whole affair could
not have been arranged with greater shrewdness and finesse. Anderson and
his officers--without an exception, gallant and competent--were made to
appear as heroes and, in a sense, they were; the North was completely
_unified_, and the same can be said of the South. The lines were now
distinctly and definitely drawn, and every man from Maine to Georgia
must declare for the Government or against it. War began such as no man
could have foretold and such as could not cease till one side or the
other should be completely exhausted.

From Charleston I went to Baltimore by the Bay Line steamers from
Norfolk, arriving on Sunday morning--the day that the men who had been
killed the Friday previous were to be buried. The excitement was
intense, but the city was quiet--uncomfortably quiet. No one knew what
next to expect. I was for my own part, concerned only about getting to
New York. There were no trains running, bridges having been burned, and
no one could say when railway traffic would be resumed.

There were a few other travelers bound northward who were eager to
continue their journey. Two of these--young men from
Charleston--approached me cautiously with a proposal that we three
should hire a carriage to take us to York, Pa., and we arranged to go.
Before we were ready to start, an elderly gentleman asked to be
permitted to join the party. He was a large, handsome man, and was
anxious to get to Philadelphia as soon as possible, to see a daughter
who lay at the point of death. The new comer would be a serious addition
to the weight in our carriage, but I had reason to be thankful that we
accommodated him, as will appear later.

After starting, it was determined--why I cannot now say--to go to Havre
de Grace, instead of York. On our arrival in the evening, we found the
ferry boat had been taken to convey troops to Annapolis, and there was
nothing to be done but wait. We all found comfortable lodgings at a
small hotel, and in the morning a flat boat took us across to
Perryville.

Among the passengers were several men and women who, as soon as the boat
landed, collected on the piazza of a little country hotel near the
landing and began singing patriotic songs. They were apparently
overjoyed at their escape from the south-land.

At Perryville there was a large wooden shed which served as a railway
station; employees were standing about, but none could give any
information concerning the trains, all of which, they said, had been
taken by the Government. Before noon, however, a long train came
thundering into the station, and immediately men in uniform poured out
of the cars and ran to the water-side, where they bathed their faces and
hands. They were going to the front. The same train was soon ready to
return to Philadelphia and all who desired to go were accommodated.

It was impossible to get farther than Philadelphia that day. The next
morning, on taking my seat in the train, I recognized the gentleman
directly behind me as the Hon. Caleb Cushing. I did not accost him, not
caring to meet acquaintances just then, and, moreover, I had no reason
to think that he knew me, for although we were born in the same
town,--Newburyport, Mass.,--he was a distinguished public man when I was
a boy.

The route from Philadelphia to New York was by the way of Camden to
South Amboy, and thence by steamboat. The latter was a ferry boat with
room for teams on each side of the engine. There were no teams on board,
and, as I had been sitting for some time, and now that we were nearing
New York where I was likely at any moment to meet an acquaintance, I was
a little nervous, I walked about the lower deck. In doing so I met Mr.
Cushing face to face. He was passing the time in a similar manner. I
lifted my cap, as I would to any superior officer, or public man.
Immediately Mr. Cushing stopped and said:

"Good morning, Mr. Huse, you are with the South, I understand."

For the moment I was staggered, but quickly calling to mind that Mr.
Cushing had been chairman of the Charleston Democratic Convention which
nominated John C. Breckenridge for President, I replied:

"Yes, sir, what chance do you think the South has?"

"What chance can it have?" he said, "the money is all in the North; the
manufactories are all in the North; the ships are all in the North; the
arms and arsenals are all in the North; the arsenals of Europe are
within ten days of New York, and they will be open to the United States
Government, and closed to the South; and the Southern ports will be
blockaded. What possible chance can the South have?" There was nothing
for me to say in reply, and I probably did the best I could have done
under the circumstances. Looking him squarely in the eye, I lifted my
cap and said: "Good morning, Mr. Cushing." I never saw him afterwards.

On landing at the Battery, I gave my baggage checks to an expressman,
taking his receipt and telling him to hold the baggage till called for.
As it might be very important not to be recognized, I took the
precaution to leave no trail by my baggage, which was taken to Liverpool
later by one of the young men who had been my carriage companion from
Baltimore. I went at once to the Bank of the Republic, where I was to
find letters which would enable me to obtain money for my voyage.

I was told to call for Mr. S----, the cashier of the bank. On his coming
to the window, I asked if he had any letters from Montgomery. His face
immediately showed real fear. Opening a door near by, he said, "Come
in," and I found myself in the bank parlor. He immediately locked the
door, pulled down the window shades and then asked, "Now what is it?"

In the brief time occupied in drawing down the shades, etc., I
determined what to do, and replied,--

"I see, Mr. S., that you are much agitated by my visit, and I will not
further compromise you by giving you my name; but if you have any
letters from Montgomery, which you do not recognize, will you be good
enough to send them around to Trenholm Brothers, in Pine Street."

He assured me he would, and I bade him good morning. As I was leaving he
said there was intense excitement on the street; Anderson's command had
just marched up Broadway and aroused the greatest enthusiasm. I had
observed a small United States flag near the entrance, and Mr. S. said
he believed if that flag were not at the door, the mob would attack the
bank.

At the office of Trenholm Brothers I inquired for Mr. Wellsman, and was
shown into an inner room where I met a large, middle-aged man bearing a
striking resemblance to the white-haired gentleman who had been one of
the party from Baltimore to Havre de Grace. I introduced myself by
saying that Captain Wellsman was my travelling companion from Baltimore
on Sunday.

"He is my father," said Mr. Wellsman. I told him of meeting Capt.
Wellsman at the Philadelphia station that morning, and that he asked me
to say he had found his daughter much better than he expected, and they
now had hopes of her recovery. I then explained to him that I was an
officer of the Confederate States Army, on my way to Europe to purchase
arms and other army supplies; that I was to be provided with funds
through Fraser, Trenholm & Co., Liverpool, and expected to get money
from Trenholm Brothers for the expenses of the voyage. Mr. Wellsman had
no letters for me, and had received no information from Montgomery
concerning me. Having no money for my voyage, the situation was becoming
serious.

Excusing himself after a short time, Mr. Wellsman left the office, and
returning within half an hour, was even more alarmed than Mr. S. had
appeared to be. He said the excitement was very great, and that he
believed if the crowd discovered my business, they would hang me to a
lamp-post; I must not leave the office till I started for the train.
What did I propose to do? I ought not to think of sailing from New York.

I replied that I would go to Canada and take the steamer from Montreal.
But I could not sail from anywhere without money.

"You can have the money," said Mr. Wellsman. "How much do you want?"

"Five hundred dollars."

"And you want it in gold?"

"Yes."

He procured the gold, ordered some lunch to be brought, and about three
o'clock I started for the Erie Railway station. Sometimes we entertain
angels unawares. Captain Wellsman seems to have been a veritable angel.
The simple, verbal message that I carried to his son served me as a
letter of credit. Without it, I cannot now see what I could have done.
Ten years after the war, when I met an old friend, he assured me that he
would have had me arrested, had he known my mission while I was in New
York.

When I left the office of Trenholm Brothers, a man on the sidewalk
signaled to another on the opposite side of Pine street, and one of
these men sat opposite me on the ferry-boat. Whether or not they were
shadowing me I never knew. I saw nothing more of them after leaving the
boat, and had no further adventures till I reached Turner's, where
trains stop for supper. In the restaurant, I recognized a number of
friends, and my only prudent course was to go without my supper or seek
it elsewhere. I chose the latter, and got what I could at a bar near by.

I had no baggage--not even an overcoat--and the night was cold. I was in
an ordinary day-coach on my way to Hamilton, Canada. Through trains were
not so frequent then as now, and in Buffalo I had to wait some time,
much of which I passed in seeing the town. While walking in a retired
part of the city, I just escaped meeting an officer of the army whom I
knew, by turning down a cross street.

At Hamilton I purchased clothing for the voyage, and was disappointed to
find that I should have to wait several days for the next steamer from
Montreal; I therefore decided to sail from Portland, but delayed
purchasing my ticket till I could take the last train that would reach
that city in time to board the steamer. This train went only to State
Line on the day it left Hamilton, where I stopped over night. I remember
the place from the fact that, although late in April, I was obliged to
break the ice in my pitcher the next morning, when I started on what
proved to be my last journey in the United States for several years. At
nearly every stopping place on the way to Portland, men in uniform and
fully equipped entered the cars. We were picking up a regiment under
orders for the front.

We finally arrived, and my ship was in sight at anchor. I confess to a
feeling of relief when I stepped on board from the tug, and that feeling
was enhanced when we weighed anchor and the screw began pushing us out
into the neutral territory of the broad Atlantic.

There were few passengers, and the voyage was without incident save one
of no importance except as tending to confirm the theory of transmission
of thought without language. My table-neighbor was a young sea-captain
from Maine, who was returning to his vessel, which he had left in
Liverpool some weeks before, to confer with the owners.

One day at dinner, without any previous conversation whatever to lead
even indirectly to such a remark, he said: "I believe you are going to
Europe to buy arms for Jeff. Davis."

I was in the act of taking a piece of potato on my fork, and, to gain
time before answering, I passed the potato to my mouth and then made
about as foolish a reply as was possible, saying, "If he wanted arms he
would be likely to select a man who knew something about arms." The
captain immediately remarked, "Sometimes those fellows that know the
most, say the least." I could think of nothing to say to advantage, and
said nothing; the matter was never referred to again.

On arriving in London I went to what was then a favorite hotel for
Americans,--Morley's in Trafalgar Square. The remark of the ship-captain
interested me, and I resolved to probe the matter a little by calling on
a gentleman with whom I had conversed more freely than with any other
passenger. He was a lawyer from Portland, who in his younger days had
taught school in Mississippi. He was stopping at a near-by hotel on the
Strand. On meeting him, I asked if he knew the object of my visit to
Europe. He replied he had not the slightest idea why I was there. I then
told him of the captain's remark, and that his surmise was correct. I am
very sure that, during the voyage, I said nothing from which the nature
of my business could be inferred; and as for papers, I had received none
since leaving Montgomery.

My orders were to purchase 12,000 rifles and a battery of field
artillery, and to procure one or two guns of larger calibre as models. A
short time before the beginning of the war, the London Armory Company
had purchased a plant of gun-stocking machinery from the Ames
Manufacturing Company of Chicopee, Mass. Knowing this, I went to the
office of the Armory Company the day after my arrival in London, with
the intention of securing, if possible, their entire output.

On entering the Superintendent's office, I found there the American
engineer who superintended the erection of the plant. I had known him in
Chicopee. Suspecting he might be an agent for the purchase of arms for
the United States Government, I asked him, bluntly, if he was, and
added, "I am buying for the Confederate Government." Such a disclosure
of my business may seem to have been indiscreet, but at that time I
thought it my best plan, and the result proved that I was right. He made
no reply to my inquiry, but I was satisfied my suspicion was correct and
resolved on the spot, to flank his movement if possible.

As he had entered the office first, it was in order for me to outstay
him, which I did. On his leaving, I asked for a price for all the small
arms the Company could manufacture.

The Superintendent said he could not answer me, but would refer me to
the Chairman of the Company,--President, we should call him--and would
accompany me to his office. There I repeated my inquiry for a price for
all the arms the Company could make for a year, with the privilege of
renewing the order. The President was not prepared to give me a price,
but would do so the next day. On calling at his office the following
day, he told me that the Company was under contract for all the arms it
could turn out, and considering all the circumstances, the Directors
felt they ought to give their present customer the preference over all
others.

Confirmed in my belief that my competitor was no other than the man whom
I had encountered the day before, I was now more determined than ever to
secure the London Armory as a Confederate States arms factory. The
Atlantic cable was not then laid, and correspondence by mail required
nearly a month--an unreasonable time for a commercial company to hold in
abeyance a desirable opportunity for profit. Within a few days I
succeeded in closing a contract under which I was to have all the arms
the Company could manufacture, after filling a comparatively small order
for the United States agent. This Company, during the remainder of the
war, turned all its output of arms over to me for the Confederate army.

Baring Brothers were, at that time, the London financial agents for the
United States Government, and they would unquestionably have been
supported and gratefully thanked, had they assumed the responsibility of
contracting for all the arms in sight in England. Any army officer, fit
for such a mission as that of buying arms for a great Government at the
outbreak of a war, would have acted, if necessary, without instructions,
and secured everything that he could find in the line of essentials,
especially arms, of which there were very few in the market. There were
_muskets_ enough to be had for almost any reasonable offer, but of
modern Enfield or Springfield rifles--which were practically the
same--there were only a few thousand in England, and none elsewhere
except in Austria, where all were owned by the Government. And,
according to Mr. Cushing, these would be available by the United States
but impossible of purchase by "the South." Yet even so high an authority
as Ex-Attorney General Cushing proved to be wrong in his assumption, as
will be shown below.

Any young, intelligent West Point graduate holding an army commission
and as fearless in assuming responsibility as the average "graduate,"
would not only have prevented my making this important contract, but
would have blocked my efforts in every direction; for in all Europe the
supply of arms ready for use or possible of manufacture was very
limited. Such an officer would have secured everything worth having--in
other words, all the best--and only inferior arms of antiquated model
would have been left for the Confederacy. The effect would have been not
only to give the United States good arms in profusion, but utterly to
discourage their opponents by the inferiority of their weapons.

Mr. Davis did not make the great mistake of sending a civil agent to
purchase supplies--a duty as thoroughly military as any that could be
named--nor the still greater blunder of setting several men to do what
one man, with uncontrolled authority, could do so much better. Doubtless
he could have found men who would have performed the duty as well as did
the young officer whom he selected, and some who would have done their
part better; but, during the whole war, no change was made, although not
to remove him often required that firmness--not to say obstinacy--which
was a prominent trait of Mr. Davis's character, and which, right or
wrong, but especially when he was right, he exercised to a remarkable
degree.

When I arrived in England, the Confederate States Government was already
represented by Hon. William L. Yancey, Commissioner to England; his
secretary, Mr. Walker Fearn, afterwards United States Minister to
Greece; Judge Rost, of New Orleans, Commissioner to France, with his son
as secretary; and Mr. Dudley Mann, commonly known as Col. Mann, who held
an appointment as Commissioner, but to what country I do not know.
Later, Hon. L. Q. C. Lamar, afterwards United States Secretary of the
Interior, and later still Justice of the United States Supreme Court,
was appointed Commissioner to Russia, but he went no further than Paris,
and returned to Richmond before the end of the war. Commander James D.
Bulloch, previously of the United States Navy, whose sister was the
mother of President Roosevelt, was in charge of all naval matters.
Messrs. Fraser, Trenholm & Co., of Liverpool, were the fiscal agents.

All these representatives worked in complete harmony, without jealousy
or clashing of opinion; each was ready to assist the others in every way
possible. They were all cultured men, of agreeable personality, and as
far removed from the _genus homo_ which has been designated as
"hot-headed Southerner," as can well be imagined. They lived
unostentatiously, in modest, but entirely respectable lodgings in the
West End, London, except Judge Rost, who resided in Paris, and Commander
Bulloch, who made his headquarters in Liverpool. None of the
representatives of the Confederate Government required much money in the
discharge of his duties, except Commander Bulloch and myself. We were
both to look to Fraser, Trenholm & Co., for all the money we were to
expend, as indeed were all the diplomatic agents.

The fiscal system was, almost of necessity, of the most simple
character. Fraser, Trenholm & Co., of Liverpool, John Fraser & Co., of
Charleston, S. C, and Trenholm Brothers, of New York, were practically
one concern, and the senior member of John Fraser & Co., Mr. William
Trenholm, became Confederate States Secretary of the Treasury early in
the war. Mr. Wellsman, senior member of Trenholm Brothers, in New York,
joined the Liverpool house, the senior member and manager of which was
Charles K. Prioleau, formerly of Charleston. There was no loan to
negotiate; for the Confederacy--recognized only as belligerents--had no
credit among nations, and no system of taxation by which it could hope
to derive any revenue available for purchasing supplies abroad. But it
possessed a latent purchasing power such as probably no other Government
in history ever had.

The cotton crop of its people was a prime necessity for the
manufacturing world outside, and, for want of machinery, was utterly
valueless in all the Southern States except Georgia, where there were a
few small factories. Almost immediately after the outbreak of
hostilities the Confederate authorities began to buy cotton, paying in
such "money" as it had; that is to say, its own promises to pay whenever
it could. Some of these promises bore interest and were called _bonds_;
some bore no interest, and these constituted the currency of the
country.

The cotton, as it lay on the plantations or in the warehouses, was for
sale, and the Government was almost the only buyer. To all others there
was a difficulty, amounting almost to impossibility, in getting cotton
to market. Some, no doubt, was smuggled across the border, to the
advantage of "patriots" of each side; but this outlet for a bulky
article like cotton was altogether inadequate, and, practically, every
one was compelled by the very condition of affairs, without the
application of even moral force, to sell to the Government and receive
in payment the best that the Government had to offer; namely: its own
promises to pay, which, whether stated as a condition of the promise or
not, could not be made good till after the favorable close of the war.
If the South failed, the promises would be valueless; if it succeeded,
the obligations would be met as promptly as possible. The situation was
accepted by the people, and the Government acquired cotton and shipped
it to Nassau, Bermuda, and Havana as fast as it could.

To get cotton through the blockading squadron called for daring and
skill; but there seems to have been no lack of either, and it was not
long before every steam vessel that could carry even a few bales, and
was sea-worthy enough to reach Nassau, was ready with a crew on board,
eager to sneak out any dark night and run to a neutral port,--generally
Nassau.

For a long time this traffic went on almost without a capture, and the
Confederate Government not only deposited in places of safety large
quantities of a commodity in general demand throughout the world, but
also had the satisfaction of seeing its property advance rapidly in
value as the war went on, and its necessities increased. The cotton thus
shipped was all consigned to Fraser, Trenholm & Co., Liverpool, and the
consignments for the army, navy and diplomatic departments were
carefully kept separate. There was, therefore, no clashing of interests
between the army and navy, as to disposition of proceeds. The
requirements for the diplomatic agents were trifling compared with those
of the army for supplies and the navy for building, equipping and
manning ships.

I had not been long in England before the sinews of war began to be
available, and I found myself able to meet my engagements in a manner
entirely satisfactory to my creditors. To buy supplies was simple
enough; but to ship them was another matter. As was to be expected,
detectives employed by the U. S. Government as well as volunteer spies
were about me. Efforts were made to intercept telegrams and to tamper
with employees, but few of these attempts at stopping Confederate army
supplies were successful.

One success scored by the United States was the capture of the "Stephen
Hart," a schooner of American build, but purchased by an English house
and put under the British flag for Confederate use. The proof that she
was loaded with army supplies destined for the Confederate States was so
complete that no expense was incurred in defending the rights of the
quasi British owners. It was a mistake to ship such supplies by sailing
vessels, and there were other errors of judgment which were not
repeated.

After the "Stephen Hart" episode, all army supplies were carried by
steamer, either to a Confederate port direct, or to Nassau or Bermuda.
There was little difficulty in chartering steamers to carry supplies to
"The Islands." Generally both ship and cargo belonged in good faith to
British subjects; and, as the voyage was from one British port to
another, the entire business was as lawful as a similar shipment would
have been from London to Liverpool. But one of the most innocent
shipments was not only captured, but the capture was confirmed, and
there was not on board one penny's worth of property belonging to the
Confederate States or to any American citizen. The ship "The
Springbock," was loaded by a firm from whom I had purchased many
supplies; but in this instance, the cargo was to be sold in Nassau, and
there was nothing of a suspicious character on board, excepting some
brass buttons bearing the device "C. S. A.," and these buttons were put
on board the last day against the wishes of one of the partners who
feared they would be considered as tainting the whole cargo. And so the
United States Court decided. Everything else on board was likely to be
wanted in any country whose ports had been blockaded for several months,
but none of the articles were such as could be classed as _military_
supplies.

To get the supplies from "The Islands" to the main land required
sea-worthy steamers of light draught and great speed. Many such vessels
were purchased and sent out under captains who were equal to any
emergency, among whom were several former U. S. Navy officers. Some of
these steamers had been private yachts, as for example the "Merrimac;"
(there were two "Merrimacs"); some were engaged in trade between British
ports, as the "Cornubia;" some were taken from the Channel service
between England and France, as the "Eugenie;" and some were built for
opium smuggling in China. Later in the war, steamers were built
expressly for the service.

During the first two years, the captures were so infrequent that, it may
be safely stated, never before was a Government at war so well supplied
with arms, munitions, clothing and medicines--everything, in short, that
an army requires--with so little money as was paid by the Confederacy.
The shipment from England to the Islands in ordinary tramp steamers; the
landing and storage there, and the running of the blockade, cost money;
but all that was needed came from cotton practically given to the
Confederate Government by its owners.

The supplies were, in every instance, bought at the lowest cash prices
by men trained in the work as contractors for the British army. No
credit was asked. Merchants having needed supplies were frankly told
that our means were limited, and our payments would be made by cheques
on Fraser, Trenholm & Co., Liverpool, an old established and
conservative house. The effect of such buying was to create confidence
on the part of the sellers, which made them more anxious to sell than
were we to purchase. When the end came, and some of the largest sellers
were ruined, I never heard a word of complaint of their being
over-reached or in any manner treated unfairly.

As long as the system thus described continued, the South not only
equipped an army able to cope with the colossal forces constantly
advancing upon it, but it accomplished this without distressing its
people with taxes. And thus, in part, was answered Mr. Cushing's
apparently unanswerable exclamation: "What _possible_ chance can the
South have?"

But the supply of acceptable arms was not equal to the demand. The
civilized powers had but recently been equipped with modern arms. The
United States had the Springfield; England had the Enfield, which was
practically the same as the Springfield; Austria had a rifle bearing a
close resemblance to both, and of about the same calibre; Prussia had a
breech-loader which no Government would now think of issuing to troops;
France had an inferior muzzle-loader, and was experimenting with an
imitation of the Prussian needle-gun, which finally proved ruinous to
the Empire. There were few arms for sale, even in the arsenals of
Europe, which Mr. Cushing had said would be open to the United States
and closed to the South. Austria, however, had a considerable quantity
on hand, and these an intermediary proposed I should buy.

I knew something of the armament of Austria, having visited Vienna in
1859, with a letter from the United States War Department, which gave me
some facilities for observation. At first I considered the getting of
anything from an Imperial Austrian Arsenal as chimerical. But my
would-be intermediary was so persistent that, finally I accompanied him
to Vienna and, within a few days, closed a contract for 100,000 rifles
of the latest Austrian pattern, and ten batteries, of six pieces each,
of field artillery, with harness complete, ready for service, and a
quantity of ammunition, all to be delivered on ship at Hamburg. The
United States Minister, Mr. Motley, protested in vain. He was told that
the making of arms was an important industry of Austria; that the same
arms had been offered to the United States Government and declined, and
that, as belligerents, the Confederate States were, by the usage of
nations, lawful buyers. However unsatisfactory this answer may have
been to Washington, the arms were delivered, and in due time were
shipped to Bermuda from Hamburg. Mr. Motley offered to buy the whole
consignment, but was too late. The Austrian Government declined to break
faith with the purchasers.

I confess to a glow of pride when I saw those sixty pieces of rifled
artillery with caissons, field-forges, and battery-wagons,
complete--some two hundred carriages in all--drawn up in array in the
arsenal yard. It was pardonable for a moment to imagine myself in
command of a magnificent park of artillery. The explanation of Austria's
willingness to dispose of these batteries is that the authorities had
decided on the use of gun-cotton in the place of powder; and the change
involved new guns, although those sold to me were of the latest design
for gunpowder. I believe gun-cotton was given up not long after.

Again Mr. Cushing's "What possible chance can the South now have?" was
in part answered. At least _one_ of the greatest arsenals of Europe had
been opened to the South.

That the ports of the South were blockaded, as Mr. Cushing said they
would be, was true; but never before had steam vessels been employed by
a vigilant enemy to search out the weak intervals in the line and avail
himself of darkness and even storm, to enter and leave blockaded
harbors. In spite of large squadrons, under command of competent and
zealous officers, enough war material was carried into ports of the
Confederate States to enable them, for three years, to contend
vigorously against all the armies the United States could collect, not
only from its own population, but from all the countries of Europe.

Well may the people of the Northern portion of the reconstructed Union
be proud of their fellows, who for four long years contended against
such fearful odds.

The fourth year of the war saw an end of the struggle, not only because
of the immense superiority of the North in men and material, but also on
account of a change of policy in procuring supplies. For a long time
there were no contractors between the European sources of supply and
the great consumer, the army. Cotton, the only article of value to the
outside world, passed into possession of the Government continuously and
without friction, and was landed in Nassau--exceptionally in
Bermuda--with no back charges due. Every shilling that a bale was worth,
as it lay at the landing-place, was so much to the credit of the War or
Navy Department with Fraser, Trenholm & Co., Liverpool, and was
available as soon as the arrival was announced by mail _via_ New York.
There were literally no leaks. More devoted or more intelligent and
trustworthy agents than were Fraser, Trenholm & Co., during the four
years in which they acted for the Richmond Government, never served any
principal.

But in the latter stages of the war, contracts with the Government began
to appear. These contracts, made in Richmond, were generally a sort of
partnership affair by which the contractor, usually an English company,
shared equally the freighting capacity of each blockade runner. A
representative of one of these companies brought to me, one day, a draft
on myself for a large sum in sterling--I think it was L10,000, but this
may not be the exact sum. What to do with it was a difficult problem.
The payee, a respectable merchant of Richmond, presented it in person,
and there was no doubt of its genuineness. After considering the matter
a few minutes, I said:

"I can't pay this, Captain C----."

"What!" he said, "Repudiate the draft of Colonel Gorgas?"

"Can't help it; I cannot and shall not honor it. I need much more money
than I have received, to pay for what has gone forward, and I have large
contracts out for supplies."

"I will assume your contracts," he replied.

"But I will not assign them to you."

Here was a collision between officer and Government contractor, which
might result in the professional ruin of the officer; for the draft was
an order from his superior. Although a good many rough words were
interchanged, I stood my ground and did not pay the draft. I read
between the lines of Col. Gorgas's letters that he would stand by me,
and he did. The draft was undoubtedly made by higher authority--probably
the Secretary of War, Mr. Seddon--who at the time had not been long in
office, while Col. Gorgas had served from the organization of the
Confederate Government in Montgomery. I never heard anything more about
the repudiated draft, and, not long after, I was informed that, at the
request of the War Department, I had been advanced to the grade of
Major.

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In this connection I may mention an incident that occurred somewhat
later. Mr. Yancey had returned to Richmond, and Mr. James H. Mason had
taken his place as Commissioner. It would be difficult to imagine two
men more opposite in character, discharging the same functions. Mr.
Yancey was a much younger man, and had been a student at Williams
College, Massachusetts. He had represented Alabama in the United States
Congress, and was sufficiently acquainted with affairs in general to
hold his own in almost any company. His voice and manners were pleasing,
and his estimate of himself was sufficiently modest to make him an
appreciative listener. I never heard him address an audience but once,
but that once convinced me he was a born orator. It was at a
Fishmongers' Guild dinner, and the few representatives of the
Confederate States were the guests of the evening. Mr. Yancey sat on the
left of the Lord Warden. I sat four or five seats from him, on the
opposite side, the tables being arranged in the form of a horse shoe.
There was a large number present, and many were evidently Americans from
the North.

Very early in the list of toasts, the toastmaster,--a butler possessed
of a ringing voice, and who stood just behind the chair of the Lord
Warden, from whom he received his orders--called out:

"Gentlemen, fill your _glah-ses_, the Lord Warden will take wine with
you."

The glasses being filled, the toast was announced. I do not now recall
the words, but it had reference to the "new nation," and to Hon. William
L. Yancey, and "our guests from the Confederate States of America." The
Lord Warden made a short address of welcome and called on Mr. Yancey.
All the Confederate guests were expected to stand while their spokesman
replied. But I declined to make myself so conspicuous, fearing that in a
company so entirely new to Mr. Yancey, as I felt sure this English
company was, his speech would be anything but appropriate.

I could not have been more in error. What he said exactly fitted the
place and the occasion; the audience was delighted, except some people
at the lower ends of the tables, who, by rattling their glasses and
moving their feet, did their best to disconcert the speaker. In this
they failed. The speech was short, and at its conclusion the storm of
applause clearly showed the pleasure it afforded the great majority of
the audience. I remember well a barrister--a member of the city
government--who after the dinner was over, commented enthusiastically on
the eloquence of Mr. Yancey.

Mr. Mason was a very different man. He had, for forty years been a
prominent member of the United States Senate, and seemed never to be
unmindful of the presence and importance of the Honorable James H. Mason
of Virginia. The two Commissioners were as different, one from the
other, as a Kentuckian and a Boston man of pilgrim blood. I saw but
little of Mr. Mason. Mr. Yancey had always been ready to confer with me.
I freely talked over my plans with him, and by his counsel and cordial
endeavor to aid me, he was an ever present help.

There was in Mr. Mason no magnetism to attract young men, and I do not
remember ever to have asked his advice or opinion. In this he presented
a strong contrast to all the other Commissioners. Mr. Slidell was as old
a man and as experienced in public affairs as Mr. Mason, but he was a
genial companion even to younger men, and I consulted him quite as
freely as I had Mr. Yancey.

One morning I received a note from Mr. Mason's secretary, asking me to
call at Mr. Mason's lodgings. I lost no time in obeying the summons, and
Mr. Mason lost no time in coming to business.

"Major," he said, "I have sent for you to request you to inspect some
army supplies that some of our English friends are sending over under a
contract with the War Department."

Without a moment's hesitation, I replied, "Mr. Mason, I will inspect the
contract, and if I approve it, I will inspect the goods."

I cannot convey an adequate idea of the man's astonishment. It was too
great for him to express himself immediately. He was standing in front
of the grate. Taking a package of "fine-cut" from his pocket, and
removing from his mouth an immense quid which he threw into the grate,
he replaced it with a fresh wad and, looking at me, said, "Do you know
who I am? Whom do you look upon as your superiors?"

Instantly, but very quietly, I replied, "I believe you are the Honorable
James M. Mason, Confederate States Commissioner to England."

"Yes," he replied, "and in a very few days I shall be Minister of the
Confederate States to the Court of St. James." It was when England,
France and Spain were on the point of acknowledging the Confederate
States of America as a nation.

I then said, "I acknowledge no superior on this side of the ocean; in
America the Secretary of War and all officers senior to me are my
superiors, and especially Col. Gorgas, from whom I receive my orders.
Not only on general principles can I take no orders from you, but I have
an order sent me after the battle of Bull Run, giving me _carte
blanche_, and directing me not to allow myself to be governed by
political emissaries of the Government. Now, if you are not a political
emissary of the Government I don't know what you are."

There was no possible answer to this defining of our relative positions
and there was no more controversy. The dispute lasted some time, but I
have related enough to answer my purpose.

The order to which I referred was sewed into the sole of a boot, the
wearer of which, a German by birth, made the journey from Richmond to
London by way of New York. On arriving in London the order was removed
from its hiding place by cutting the stitches of the sole. The incident
serves to show the impossibility of preventing secret correspondence in
time of war.

Another incident of the same character may be mentioned. The first
vessel to run the blockade from England was the "Fingal," Commander
James D. Bulloch. It was necessary to send to Savannah, the port for
which Commander Bulloch intended to strike, a set of signals in advance.
These were secreted by removing the wrapper of a well-made cigar and
carefully replacing it, after rolling the paper containing the signals
upon its body. I myself did this bit of cigar work. On arriving off
Savannah, Commander Bulloch displayed his signals, which were
immediately answered, and he piloted his ship into the harbor with which
he was familiar. So long as the War Department depended entirely on its
own officers to get cotton out and run supplies in, the value of every
bale of cotton that reached the Islands secured, in due time, its full
equivalent in army supplies. There were some captures of cotton going
out, and others of supplies going in, but the losses were for a long
time inconsiderable. When, however, the contract system got into full
working condition, although there were more vessels in the service, the
supplies began to shrink. Contractors were "on the make." That was their
business, and they pursued it eagerly, for the profits were large.

The "Nashville," which had been a packet between New York and
Charleston, was purchased by the C. S. Government and converted into a
cruiser, and as it was very desirable that there should be some show of
naval power in a European port, she was sent under command of Captain
Pegram to Southampton, where she arrived in good order. On reading the
news of her arrival, I went immediately to Southampton to call on her
officers, with Mr. Fearn, secretary to Mr. Yancey. The ship was, like
all American ships, trim and in beautiful condition, but she was only a
converted passenger ship, and must have made a poor showing had she met
a U. S. ship of any size. However, she served the purpose of displaying
the Confederate States flag in a foreign port and on the high seas.

My object in calling on Captain Pegram was not one of courtesy alone. A
most outrageous proposal had been made to me, involving the capture of a
British ship bound from Hamburg to New York, loaded with a hundred
thousand Austrian rifles. The proposal, in brief, was: That I should
deposit L10,000 in the Bank of England subject to the draft of one of
two persons. In the event of success of the scheme, one was to draw the
money; in case of failure, the other. The plan was to capture a British
ship, then loading with arms at Hamburg for New York. It had been
proposed to me that with a tug, having a gun on board, I should
intercept the ship, fire a gun, and demand her surrender. The captain
would have orders to comply with my demand, and I was to direct him to
sail to Charleston.

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The scheme was not impossible for any one holding a privateer's
commission, and I applied to Mr. Yancey for a letter-of-marque. On
hearing my story, Mr. Yancey said he had such commissions, but that they
were contrary to the spirit of the age, and he had determined not to
give any of them out. However, in this instance, he would issue one if I
wanted it. I believed my land-service commission would protect me, but I
asked for the letter-of-marque as an additional safeguard. Captain
Pegram, after considering the matter in conference with his executive,
Lieutenant Fauntleroy (formerly of the United States Navy), determined
not to make the attempt, and the matter was dropped.

Perhaps it is well that the "Nashville" arrived, and that Captain Pegram
declined to act; for I had the money ready to deposit, and what seems
now to me a madcap scheme might have been attempted.

The ship sailed, and delivered her cargo in New York. The projectors of
the scheme stood to receive double payment for the arms and ship, the
insurance against war-risk having been assumed by the U. S. War
Department. The arms were from the Vienna arsenal, from which I
received, later, the same number of small arms and several batteries of
field artillery.

At the time the "Nashville" arrived in Southampton, I had a large
quantity of supplies ready for shipment, but was deterred by the
endeavors of agents of the United States Government to stop me. The
problem was finally solved by a hint from the British authorities to
clear them for Australia, which was done. The shipment was made on the
steamer "Economist," bought for the expedition, and Lieut. Fauntleroy
was detached from the "Nashville" to command her; of course a British
captain in nominal command. Although the "Economist" had speed of not
more than eight knots an hour, Lieut. Fauntleroy made a successful run
into Charleston and delivered his cargo in excellent condition.

An incident worth relating is connected with this period of the war. A
ship which Lieut. Fauntleroy and I visited one morning was loading in
London Docks for Nassau. In the same dock were two very handsome
steamers which had been built for the opium trade, but for some reason
had not sailed for China. They were now for sale. Lieut. Fauntleroy,
after examining them, was most eager that I should buy one and put him
in command. To do so, however, was impossible; I had no money. Several
months afterwards I was asked to buy a steamer and her cargo of arms,
clothing, shoes, ammunition and medicines, then lying at St. George's,
Bermuda. The ship was one of the two opium smugglers. She had been
bought by a company of Englishmen, and, loaded with a most desirable
cargo, had started for Wilmington or Charleston. On arriving at Bermuda
the blockade had become so close that the owners decided not to make the
attempt to run it, and they offered to sell ship and cargo to me at a
bargain. I was still unable to buy her, although I knew what a valuable
blockade-runner she would be and what a desirable cargo she carried.
The owners, of whom there were several, were so anxious to sell her that
they importuned me till finally I said: "Well, gentlemen, I can do one
thing: I can offer you cotton for your ship and cargo." They jumped at
the proposal, saying that was all they wanted. Where would I deliver the
cotton?

[Illustration]

At Charleston, Mobile or Wilmington.

When?

Thirty days after the presentation of my order to the War Department in
Richmond.

Strange as it may read, these men were perfectly satisfied with my
proposition, although I could not see how they were to get their cotton
out, since they were selling their ship to me. However, we agreed upon
the weight and quality of cotton to be given for ship and cargo, and it
only remained for me to satisfy their lawyer that I was duly authorized
to make the purchase. For this purpose, a meeting was arranged for the
next morning, when I presented the leather-stained order which had come
to me through the lines, sewed between the layers of the sole of a shoe.
On reading this, the lawyer said: "That's enough to cover anything," and
a contract was signed and an order given me for the ship and cargo. As
this contract may interest the reader, a _fac-simile_ of it is given.
(See plate.)

The quantity of cotton being too large for one owner to handle, it was
arranged to have warrants engraved and printed for smaller quantities.

The "Merrimac" ran into Wilmington and delivered her valuable cargo in
fine order. She was then loaded with cotton, and one favorable
night--dark and stormy--started on her return trip to the Islands.
Before clearing the harbor she collided with another steamer on her way
in, and the "Merrimac" was obliged to return to Wilmington, where it was
found that she could not be repaired, and she was finally sold, with her
cargo, for $1,100,000. The vessel with which she collided was her sister
ship which had lain alongside of her in London Docks. Means were not to
be found in Wilmington to repair the "Merrimac" for the Confederate
Government; but it was easily accomplished as soon as she passed into
private hands, and she was again sent to make her run to the Islands. To
my great satisfaction, she was captured the next morning.

There were greedy contractors in the South who cared just as much for
"the cause" as did their fellow-contractors in the North for the Union.
They were full of patriotism--of their kind. Months after the "Merrimac"
sailed from Bermuda, one of the negotiators of the sale asked me if I
would sign duplicates of the warrants I had issued. My reply was: "Does
the Bank of England issue duplicate notes?" "You don't mean to say you
will not give us duplicates!" "I certainly do." And then I explained to
him that _at the time_, I might have been willing to sign warrants in
duplicate. But the war had reached a critical stage; the Confederate
army was hard pressed on every side. Moreover, the contract system had
begun to produce results. Instead of all cotton sent out being for army
or navy account, only a portion of the army cotton was turned into army
supplies. The contractors, English and Confederate, were taking the
rest.

I believe that not one of those cotton warrants which bought the
"Merrimac" was ever presented in Richmond, and that vessel, with her
cargo, cost the Confederate Government literally nothing. It is a
curious fact that these same cotton warrants, which as it proved were
really not worth the cost of printing them, at one time sold at a
premium in London.





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