MAY 21, 1865:
Mary Martin, a Christian Missionary in
China, arrives by ship in San Francisco. After 69 days at sea, Mary writes in
her diary:
We were greatly shocked
with the news we heard on our arrival this morning of the assassination of President
Lincoln but very glad to learn that the war is over and that slavery is
abolished.
As
General Edmund Kirby Smith C.S.A. marches westward from Shreveport to Houston
he is forced to take stock of his military situation. Many of his Shreveport
troops --- almost 2/3rds of 6,000 --- eventually disappear into the Louisiana
backcountry or the wilds of Texas as the column moves west.
A
Council of War at Texas Senator Louis T. Wigfall’s home brings more bad news.
Smith discovers that he is right in believing that there are 40,000 men in gray
under arms in Texas. In fact, there may even be more. Unfortunately, most of
them have degenerated from soldiers to bushwhackers. Texas, once a land of
limitless vistas, cattle and sheep ranches, and rice and cotton plantations, is
now a land of lawless road agents, highwaymen, and plunderers who victimize
isolated towns, attack lonely ranch houses, rob stagecoaches at gunpoint, and
kill each other casually over whatever crude spoils they can find. Mercenary
gunslingers act as hirelings to protect towns that can afford them, and are
paid in gold by rich men to guard mines and pasturelands. Angry sociopaths, for
whom the war cannot end, hunt down real and imagined enemies. Unlucky men die
over card games and craps, bad coffee, and spilled rotgut whiskey. Bounty
Hunters and “Regulators” seek out men who have killed so that they too can be
killed. The value of a life is measured in a few coins, or maybe a plate of
bacon and beans and a place to sleep. Brutal men who have killed for no other
reason than the sheer enjoyment of it face each other down at high noon in the
streets of nameless small boom towns, and the losers in these contests are
dragged off to be buried in waste grounds that soon get the universal nickname
“Boot Hill.” Welcome to the Wild Wild West.
Union
troops are holding much of the northern panhandle; Mexican bandits and freedom
fighters are using the southern borderlands as a sanctuary; Kiowas and
Comanches rule the western reaches of the State; sprawling Texas has many
hard-core Unionists who control swaths of the State unchallenged.
Governor
Pendleton Murrah has been begging for more troops for over a year in order to
restore order, and tells Smith he intends to “nationalize” Smith’s Confederate
Army to deal with the marauders.
Smith
wants to fight the Union. When he says this, he is nearly laughed out of the
room. Murrah explains that he has a few
thinned-out regiments on hand and a couple of hundred Texas Rangers to cover a
quarter of a million square miles of land, that the Yankee blockade is
ironbound along the coasts, and that many towns and cities are under U.S.
control. The consensus is that although
it is the heart of “Kirby Smithdom” Texas is not the place for a last stand.
When
Smith asks if any of the leaderless men can be cajoled back into Confederate
ranks, he is told yes, but most only for a price. Smith has little specie, and
Confederate money is now worth less than the paper it is printed on.
Hearing
all this, Smith begins to make other plans. After all, he was the supervising
architect of the Capitol before the war. With any luck he can build a new
Confederacy. But if not in Texas, then where?
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