mation of their aims. It is only the beginning of that consummation; and if all history be not a lie, there will be coercion enough till the end of the beginning is reached and the dreadful banquet of slaughter and ruin shall glut the appetite."

CHAPTER II.

HOW I GOT INTO THE ARMY.-GENERALS POLK, CARROL AND PILLOW. -SCENES AT FORT PILLOW.-NEW MADRID, AND ISLAND 10.-RELATIVE FORCES.-COMPLETE LIST OF CONFEDERATE BATTERIES AND THEIR OFFICERS.-INCIDENTS OF THE ENGAGEMEMT.

WAS a pretty fair Union man until South Carolina seceded, then felt the time had arrived to define my position.

I was at a fair in Macon, Georgia, when the news came that the Palmetto had refused to shade the enemies of the South, thus casting an electric spark into the political magazine of the country.

Being called upon, as a representative of Tennessee, to make a speech, my response was a definition of my position as alluded to; satisfying myself, if not my hearers, that I was a dyed in the wool seceder. My peroration was, as follows: "There was not a Tennessean in that broad domain from Shelby, to Carter, but would shed the last drop of blood that coursed through his veins, in staying the advance of an enemy, that would desecrate your household and political Gods, and make your hearths and firesides desolate." That's what I said, my boy. But I lied under a mistake, for very many, too many, you see, didn't do any thing of the kind. The above speech was made under the patronage of those two distinguished Maconites, Captain Conner and General Frank. Bloom, who were my friends, and presented me to the large and enthusiastic crowd, who were yelling, "No more bounty on cod-fish ;" "Hurrah for Tennessee;" "Bully for South Carolina ;" and were waking things up generally, all of

which excitement had its effect on the speaker, not mentioning the influence of that mysterious Georgia combination, "peach and honey."

On returning to Memphis, Tennessee, I joined an organization, called the Sixth Ward Company; found them alive on the "drill," and drilled with them. This continued until the gun fired at Sumpter, 13th day of April, 1861. Lincoln's proclamation followed, and the South rushed to arms. The excitement in my company became so intense, owing to the fact, that Memphis had appropriated $50,000 for defense, an act based on her close proximity to Cairo, 247 miles disant, and the fortifying at Fort Harris, with my old schoolmate, Captain Marsh Patrick, and his Crockett Rangers. Marsh being one of the most recklessly brave men I ever saw, and his Rangers just like him--that not deeming it safe to risk. my military prestige with such imflamable material, I transferred my ardor to an organization called the Gayoso Guards, commanded by Captain Tank Wilson, a gentleman and a soldier, whose bad health prevented a display of that efficiency demanded by the service. We were drilled by Captain Johu Cameron, of the "Young Guard," who, although barely out of his teens, was unexceptionable in drill and military decorum. His lieutenants, Will. Bourne and Otis Smith, the former as gallant a boy as I ever knew, son of my old friend Captain Jim Bourne, one of Memphis's most useful citizens, the latter a good soldier and genial companion, were effective aids to their captain, in all matters pertaining to drill and discipline. Captain Bowdoin Locke gave us the finishing touch which his West Point education enabled him to do, and the company prepared for active service, by organizing on the 8th of June, 1861, with the author as captain, on the 22d of July following, was mustered into the service of the State of Tennessee, whose army was raised as a provisional.force under a legislative act of May 6th, 1861, by Major W. B. Campbell, A. D. C. to General J. Pillow, the former a scholar, soldier, and gentleman, the latter an impetuous, rash, brave, generous hearted soldier, with one of the best executive heads in the country.

The following order was my first introduction to military life:

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Head-quarters Inspector General's Dep't, Provisional Army of Tennessee, Memphis, July 31st, 1861.

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Captain Joe Barbiere is authorized by me to take command of the regiment to rendezvous at Colliersville, Tennessee, under the commission given me by General Leonidas Polk, to raise regiments for the Confederate service.

"WM. H. CARROL,

"Inspector General, Tennessee Army." This kind offer of promotion by General Carrol was declined, owing to a promise I made my company not to leave them, which I fulfilled, and have no cause to regret it. General Carrol was the son of Governor Carrol, of Tennessee, who with Jackson, at New Orleans, made Tennessee and her sons famous. There are few better men than Bill Carrol; .and I am sure none braver. His A. A. G., Colonel Cayce Young, was the coolest soldier under fire I ever saw, with an undying energy, that had it not been for an impaired constitution, would have placed him in the highest niche in the military temple of the South. Colonel Young did much towards organizing and rendering effective the military arm of the State. Captain William Carrol, Jr., A. D. C., was a model soldier, devoted to his father-the soul of honor and a fitting shoot of that worthy stock that has shed so much lustre on the name of "Tennessean."

Captain John Wilkerson, I. G., on the staff, was a reckless of consequences officer, distinguished himself at Belmont, and was ever foremost when there was danger in the van. John's motto, was a stereotyped one, “be it on the scaffold high, or in the battle's van, the noblest death for man to die is where he dies for man ;" and if John has not died, it has been because a kind Providence has held him in reserve for years of future peace and plenty, which his big heart so eminently deserves. Captain John Harris, ordinance officer, whom I have known from his infancy, is a promising soldier, and bids fair to take prominent position among the cavaliers of the Con

federate army. The order from General Carrol attracted the notice of General Leonidas Polk, who immediately summoned me to his head-quarters.

"General Polk, I believe?"

"Walk in, captain."

“General, you have sent for me, and I am here. My name is

"Well, sir, I knew who you were before I sent for you. General Carrol's order is irregular, sir; the General has permission to raise regiments for the C. S. A., while you are in the service of the State of Tennessee."

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Very true, General; but you can muster me into the Confederate service, thus harmonizing matters at your convenience."

"Well, sir, that settles the question. I will attend to your case at once," and with a bow and salute the interview terminated, leaving me impressed with the greatness of the man.

Major Anderson was post-quartermaster during the reign of Dixie in Memphis. Everybody abused him, and not one gave him credit for half he did. The mass of the troops from Arkansas, Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, and Tennessee passed through Memphis; a host of officers had to be paid, tents, canteens, haversacks, etc., had to be supplied. He was banker, merchant, book-keeper, appraiser, and stable-keeper-for one hundred and sixty dollars per month. He had able assistants; but the bulk of the duties devolved upon him alone.

The post-commissary, Major Calvin Fackler, was one of the best business men I ever knew; they say he had faults; who has them not? He with Anderson were attentive to my military wants, and I remember them kindly for it. After being mustered into the general service I was ordered to take charge of a battery at the mouth of Wolf river, which I held one month for bunkum, knowing that when an enemy came in range of my guns his projectiles would reach the city, showing the military follies committed, the first year of the war, although the order placing me in charge emanated from a West Pointer, Colonel Bonham, a stern and inflexible discip