Kansas Historical Quarterly
Notes on the Proslavery
March
Against Lawrence
February, 1942 (Vol. XI, No. 1), pages 45-64
Transcription & HTML composition by Tod Roberts;
digitized with permission of The Kansas Historical Society.
NOTE: The numbers in brackets refer to endnotes for this text.
I.
INTRODUCTION
THE siege of Lawrence, stronghold
of the Free-State party in Kansas, began about May 11, 1856,
and culminated ten days later in the looting and destruction
of a considerable part of the city. This attack by
Proslavery forces received nation-wide publicity and
resulted at once in a greatly increased flow of money,
weapons and supplies from Eastern sympathizers to the
hard-pressed foes of slavery in Kansas.
A
"Proclamation to the People of Kansas Territory" issued May
11, 1856, over the signature of the United States marshal,
I. B. Donalson, was the Proslavery call to arms for the
march on Lawrence:
WHEREAS, Certain judicial
arrests have been directed to me by the First District
Court of the United States, etc., to be executed within
the county of Douglas, and whereas an attempt to execute
them by the United States Deputy Marshal was evidently
resisted by a large number of the people of Lawrence, and
as there is every reason to believe that any attempt to
execute these writs will be resisted by a large body of
armed men; now, therefore, the law-abiding citizens of
the Territory are commanded to be and appear at
Lecompton, as soon as practicable, and in numbers
sufficient for the execution of the law. . . .
The
response to the proclamation showed unquestionably, as Free
State men charged, that it was "the consummation of a
well-planned conspiracy. . . . The van of the army appeared
in the vicinity of Lawrence two days before the proclamation
was dated, and commenced hostile demonstrations. . . ."
[1]
Among
the hot-blooded Proslaveryites answering the invitation to
beard the Yankee Abolitionists in their den was an
unidentified humorist who joined a Leavenworth company as a
recruit on May 11, 1856, and kept a quasi-factual diary of
his adventures. Editor Lucian J. Eastin, of Leavenworth, who
published the narrative in his Proslavery Kansas Weekly
Herald beginning July 12 and ending August 23, 1856,
introduced the series with this commentary: "We stumbled
upon the following memoranda of incidents and accidents upon
overhauling the kit of a fourth Sergeant of the Kansas
Militia, who has left the Territory, we suppose more in
anger than sorrow."
The
memoranda, entitled "Notes To and From the Siege of
Lawrence," end abruptly with the entry of May 21, and
although the last installment carried a "To Be Continued" at
the end, no further "Notes" appeared in the Herald.
Perhaps Eastin felt that the time for humor had passed. His
editorial of August 30,1856, "The Crisis at Hand," expressed
his realization of the "serious and critical position" in
which Kansas found itself.
A crisis is at hand which
involves the greatest question which can be addressed to
any people-the right to enjoy the acquisitions of their
common blood and treasure, and peaceably to spread their
institutions and civilization. Our Territory is invaded
by a foreign foe, swollen with the spoils of repeated
aggression, devoted to the one idea of crushing us of the
South as a people, and extinguishing in Kansas the new
born hope of Southern equality.
.
. . We are now embarked in a struggle for life; . . . let
us turn from any peace offered us by the Abolitionists,
and seek that peace only which comes of our rights. . . .
This method will alone save us and our country from ruin
and destruction.
The
account is reprinted here not for its modicum of factual
content but for its general interest. It is a rare specimen
of humor from a Proslavery pen, written at a time when humor
was a scant commodity on either side in Kansas.
II. THE JOURNAL -- MAY
11-21, 1856
May
11. -- To day arrived in Leavenworth City anxious for glory
and a boardinghouse, saw some other patriots on the Levee,
inquiries made of me as to my soundness on that remarkable
bird the Goose. [2] Patriots satisfied with my
soundness, borrowed all my money from me, felt dubious as to
who the goose was; struck peculiarly with the pugnacious
qualities of some of the citizens of Leavenworth, great
anxiety manifested on all sides to meet Abolitionists.
Conspiracy rife in our midst, arrests made, and the most
salutary methods to check the onward stride of Abolitionism
adopted; hanging to be a minor punishment; however no
convictions, nor no executions. -- Feel hungry toward the
evening, look out anxiously for patriots who so kindly
borrowed my money from me, but look in vain. Mem nature
abhors a vacuum, so do I, felt how poor a panacea for hunger
was. Night approaches, mount guard four hours, arrest an
intoxicated man who to all my enquiries for the countersign,
begs me to treat; call Sergeant of the Guard, Sergeant of
the Guard calls me a fool, feel resentment, but stifle the
same; superior officer. Sleep at last, and think with
pleasure how many more imbeciles there are around me besides
myself.
May
12. -- Wake at daylight, most intense excitement, soldiers
getting tight all around, feel inclined to pitch in myself;
conquer myself, remember the holiness of the cause, and
resolve not to allow myself to get fuddled. Ten o'clock,
gallant Captain assembles the boys for a grand parade,
shoulder my musket and attend, are informed that the eyes of
the country are upon us, that great deeds and Abolitionists
are awaiting us, are advised not to be too precipitate, but
rush on boldly and be killed; felt the glory of the
suggestion, but cavilled inwardly at the humanity of it.
Orders to be ready for the road at one, but on account of
unavoidable circumstances, and probably the proximity of
groggeries, did not leave until five P.M. A cortege small
but determined wends its way slowly to the westward,
composed of all sizes of men, and clad in any kind of
uniform, with the ever ponderous musket. Wonder to see so
few of the most gaseous citizens in the crowd, understand
they stay behind to make arrangements. Conclude making
arrangements is their forte. Our cavalcade rendered most
imposing by our oxen, whom every one of the company appear
to be driving. Oxen pause often to reflect, and when they
have ascertained the voice of the majority, plod on
steadily. Ladies gaze fondly on us thus marching forward to
meet the enemy. Nothing occurs to detract from the sublimity
of the scene, but an unsuccessful attempt on the part of one
of the company to kick a young urchin, who kept continually
gyrating his fingers at the end of his nose, thereby
reflecting upon the military appearance of the company. At
length one whole mile from town and completely in view of
the same, a halt is made, with all the pomp and circumstance
of war; and our grounds posted, have myself an unenviable
post in a swamp, where two refractory steers keep
continually passing the out-post; am kept very busy
remonstrating with them on their conduct; felt peculiarly
how uncertain life is on the tented field; hailed upon one
occasion when returning to my post after an unexciting chase
after the aforesaid steers, by the sentinel immediately
above and within a few paces of me, demanded of me the
countersign; asked him jocularly if he was gassing? He
replied by clicking his musket, when I, in a stentorian
voice accommodated him with the countersign, and thus saved
my life. Kept whistling the balance of the night to keep
from being shot. Observed two individuals approaching me,
asked in a gentlemanly manner who they were, answered
officers of the guard; told them to pitch in, and received a
severe reprimand for my courtesy and was told how for the
future to hail persons advancing; felt that taking into
consideration how seldom I had acted in a military capacity,
that this was piling on the agony too thick. Mysteriously
relieved by two gentlemen to whom I whispered the talismanic
countersign, which was, whiskey, and went to bed i. e. to
grow relieved in more senses than one.
May
13. -- Awake at a very early hour, after a very unrefreshing
sleep full of hideous dreams, and wondered how I could have
dreamed so much in so short a space of time. Once dreamed I
was a soldier under Napoleon, exposed to a galling fire from
some enemy, then with Scott in Mexico, now being hung for
desertion, or undergoing some other beautiful principle of
military tactics: I found that while I had not made any
impression on my bed from its hardness, it had made
considerable impression upon me; found all hands very busy
about breakfast, the post of chief cook assigned to a
Wagoner, said Wagoner succeeds admirably with the water,
boils it to perfection, tries his hand at the bread, but
alas, fatally, bread intended to be light, is of the
consistency of a brick and something of the color of a
quadroon. Wagoner returns from the post of cook receiving
the curses of a lot of very hungry and rather profane young
men. Another attempts the arduous task of making rolls,
succeeds as far as the shape is concerned, but fails again,
rolls prove to be soft as mush, and he retreats from the
scene of action with a consciousness that his forte is not
cooking; all hands resolve to be their own cook, and each
promiscuously attacks his ham and eat it like cannibals.
Coffee is made and drank in something the same manner that
one will take a nauseous dose of physic, that is by shutting
the eyes during the operation. After breakfast, all hands
turn out to help to gear the oxen, which is done after an
immensity of trouble; oxen proving the most infernal
obstinate animals in the whole creation, shall henceforth
regard a mule as a perfect gentleman compared to them. At
last we are all right, pots and kettles stored away, and
resume our line of march for Lawrence or eternity. Take a
casual survey of the company to see more fully what manner
of men there are amongst us. Result of my observations are
that there are four Doctors, a sprinkling of Lawyers, some
business men and mechanics, altogether it would be hard to
find a more varied group. Felt pleased to see that soundness
of the Goose was a question calculated to awaken interest in
so many different minds. Find a prisoner amongst us who was
taken the night previous, understand that our gallant Major
has gone to Head-Quarters to ascertain what disposition to
make of him. Men mysteriously hint at roasting or hanging --
hope they are not serious; but am satisfied that if they
attempt to make a roast they will lamentably fail, as from
the signs at the breakfast this morning, there is no
culinary art among us. Prisoner does not seem to feel at all
the awfulness of his situation, but travels on very quietly
-- am at a loss to know whether it is resignation at his
fate, or satisfaction that he will be set free. Gallant
Major come along and on reaching us, informs prisoner that
he is at liberty, bids us adieu, and puts spurs for
Leavenworth. -- Felt as if I would not much care if I were
the prisoner. Keep travelling on without anything to disturb
the even tenor of our way until midnight; when from the
perverseness of the oxen we are in contact with an enormous
stump; now ensues a scene of confusion, take a seat upon
another stump and wait philosophically for our trials and
wagon to get over. Drivers halloo at the top of their
voices, amateurs follow suit, curses loud and deep rend the
air, but the oxen feel no disposition to be rash. I
determined to wait until the hubbub subsides, and our party
exhaust their whole vocabulary of anathemas, and give
themselves up to grim despair; coming to the conclusion that
they are stumped. An unassuming old man steps into the arena
and attempts his skill on the perverse brutes; he adopts
quite a different style of tactics, and succeeds by fair
words and gentle innuendoes in getting us out of our
dilemma. Feel satisfied that this man whom all call General,
is a wonderful ox-driver, as he never curses them, and
thinks persuasion is better than force.
At
noon, halt for dinner; oxen let run to eat theirs. Wish for
the time that I was a gramnivorous animal instead of a
carnivorous one, that I might satisfy my appetite with grass
a la Nebuchadnezzar. A committee of three sent to a house in
view, where, from the signs hanging on the clothes lines,
lovely and useful women were living, to request they would
cook us dinner from our stock of raw material. Impatiently
wait the action of committee, and fill up the interim by
discussing politics; hear an interesting lecture from a
certain Doctor, on military tactics generally, and duties of
private soldiers in particular. A jug of whiskey, found in
some of the recesses of our capacious wagons, is introduced,
and, like an old acquaintance, is hailed with delight and
cordially embraced by all. Retract my wish that I was
gramnivorous, made a short time before, in view of the
whiskey, and take a hearty pull at it. Feel much better. The
day wearing apace, and committee on dinner not coming. Hitch
up again, and proceed on our travels. Get but a short
distance from our resting place, when committee on dinner
appear in sight, apparently heavily laden. A halt is
ordered, and on the approach of the dinner, men take
advantageous positions to surround the basket. The basket
arrives full of bread and meat, and after having been
regularly divided, contrary to the hopes of some
individuals, we find that each man has enough to swear by.
Out of the necessity of the case, we rise from our meal, in
accordance with Franklin's suggestion, with an appetite.
Again on the road; come at last to the creek called
Stranger. Wish all the creeks were strangers to me, and
would remain so. After a series of heartrending trials at
this creek, arrive, very wet and with more mud on my clothes
than I ever owned in real estate, on the other side. Got to
our camping place and prepared to camp for the night. Here
we have the pleasure of getting our food cooked by ladies;
but for myself, feeling too sick and disgusted, I went to
bed, where, after the fuss had subsided, consequent to the
mounting of guard, I slid gradually into the land of nod;
not long there, however, ere an alarm is given of an attack;
all hands turn out, rings from every mouth. Satisfied that
my hour was come, and after all, I would die by an
Abolitionist's hand, yet I, in despair, rushed to the scene
of action, and found to my horror, that in my confusion I
had rushed out with a tin pannikin, nor would I ever have
discovered my error but from my attempt to cock it; felt
obliged to Providence for the darkness of the night, as it
prevented my confusion and pannikin from being seen by
fellow soldiers. Succeeded in getting a loaded musket at
last, and detailed to scout with some other gentlemen. Our
scouting party fired at something several times, and I think
really hit it, as there were several dead trees observed
next morning there and thereabouts. After tramping with some
vigor through the woods and hailing all the cattle in the
neighborhood, came to the righteous conclusion that there
was nobody around. Kept up the balance of the night until
morning, as to sleep was impossible. Inquiries made as to
who made the alarm during the night, fastened it upon a
certain Doctor, and fired sixteen or seventeen buckshot in
an enormous stump, the result of his well directed aim.
Another Doctor receives a rather severe shock at his own
hand, having put three or four cartridges in his musket and
fired off the same; the result can better be imagined than
described. Musket and Doctor parted company, and the latter
lay senseless for a time; while another Doctor made a star
of sticking plaster on his cheek, which brought him to. Then
to breakfast, and the road once more.
May
14th. . . . -- Flattered myself a halt would have been
ordered, but no, the cry is, onward, still onward. Learn
that a very important appointment has been made by the
officer in command during the previous evening. That the
little doctor, in view of his having become the Surgeon of
the company, (though how he became so no one knows), is also
appointed commissariat of the company. -- Understand he
accepts the same with the spirit of a martyr. The men, evil
minded of course, think the two jars of whiskey, property of
the company, tend greatly to his resignation toward the
duties of his appointment, as by it, he has entire control
of all the whiskey, which is a consummation devoutly to be
wished for by all. But now the road and the road only claims
our attention. To cross the flats from Stranger to the
opposite heights requires much skill and energy, less
excitability and nervousness than our band of raw recruits
possess. The oxen geared properly with the best intentions
in the world, start on their mission; but before they are
one-half of the way through the flats, they cave. Now occurs
a scene of fierce invectives. Our general, for the once, is
out generalled, and the oxen, with probably a juster
appreciation of the soil than we have ourselves, refuse, in
spite of kind or ferocious treatment, to exert themselves.
In vain do we assail them with words of endearment. In vain
is woo or gee reiterated. They are insensible to our
exertions, and are as stoical as brutes can be. After making
more than ordinary efforts, I retire from the field in
disgust, and sit at some distance on a stump to ruminate on
my prospects as far as glory is concerned, in the
never-to-be- forgotten campaign. Find myself in such a state
from mud and filth that no one would take me for a white
man, and am only satisfied at seeing that at least there is
no one better off in this respect than myself; indeed, did
we exchange or swap clothing the one with the other, all
parties swapping would have been cheated. After a great deal
of trouble and much profanity, it was agreed to take a
circumambulatory route to cross this slough of Despond, and
some hardy individuals, not having the fear of rheumatism in
their eyes, tracking out a road through the same swamp. The
oxen followed and arrived on the other side of the same,
decidedly broken down. To gain the heights was now the
object; to do which and relieve the oxen from a dilemma they
had inserted themselves into by sticking and remaining so
stuck in the mud, all hands were ordered to turn out and
help unload the wagons.
Found
in one wagon a certain doctor as passive as a side of bacon,
with the original star of sticking plaster on his cheek,
who, in excuse for his position there, informed us that his
extraordinary exertion the day before, and the extraordinary
discharge of his musket, rendered it impossible for him to
be in any other condition than that of an invalid. Evil
minded men in the company suggested that whiskey had an
effect on his present position. Think not, however. After
much trouble and tribulation found ourselves on the other
side of the flat, and on the heights beyond Stranger. Again
in motion, we arrived at the house of a Dutchman, who,
although with free soil proclivities, had whiskey. With one
or two others constituted an advance guard, and assailed the
house of said Dutchman for whiskey. After considerable
parleying, whiskey produced, and I take the liberty of
stating that it was as good as any whiskey I ever tasted in
the Territory, either from pro-slavery men or others. All
hands drink here ad libitum, but no one made drunk come.
From here, still onward, and marched without anything of
interest occurring until we arrived at Butler's, and here
nothing happened very interesting save our dinner. To me,
this was especially interesting. Here met with the gallant
Colonel of our company, who had the best brandy with him. I
had seen since I left Leavenworth City. Endeavored to get as
thick with him as I could in consideration of his own
spirited qualities and that of his flask.
After
a hearty dinner at Butler's we are once more on the road. Am
rather disgusted at our officers in command, or at least
some of them, who for reasons best known to themselves, go
on a different and more pleasant route to our intended
camping place, and on horseback too, while we poor fellows
of the line tramp over one hill then another; hoping that
one will meet the main road which we contrived to do at
last, after an immensity of exertion and more curses than
would fill Webster's last dictionary. At last at night we
reached our halting place, and the usual scene occurs of
mounting guard, &c. Our halting ground is near a creek
more famous for the filthiness of its water than anything
else. -- Here supper is had, and any fastidiousness that
might be extant amongst us, is swallowed by our inordinate
appetites. After a very hasty consideration of the supper,
we are turned out to drill; drilling is a perfect humbug in
my opinion; all are straightened out in a line. A fat, good
natured Orderly Sergeant drills us, twenty-five of us, green
as gourds on the subject of military tactics. -- Shoulder
arms! Present arms! and Order arms! are strangely comingled
in our brains, and the order to do one of the foregoing is
responded to by attempts to do a little of all we know. Our
marching, and countermarching is painful, as we all form a
sincere wish to do right, tread on the heels of the person
in front, and are cursed accordingly, regretting seriously
our incapacity to be Napoleons. Our Orderly Sergeant
dismisses us amongst the acclamations of the company, and we
all make a rash attempt to sleep, but alas our attempts
prove futile; hardly do we compose ourselves so that
Morpheus may embrace us, when we are rather roughly informed
that we must turn out to fight the enemy. All turn out with
their muskets, in most murderous attitudes. -- One-half of
our force sent toward the creek to reconnoitre; the balance,
amongst whom I was, remain in camp to guard the same. After
a few minutes of absence; first half returned, and informed
the company in general, and the officers in charge in
particular, that some two individuals had passed, and had
told the gentleman on guard near the road, that he might if
he found it convenient, proceed to Pandemonium; a decided
reflection on our company, but said reflection was responded
to in a manner calculated to strike terror into unbelievers,
and such who could not prove unmistakably their soundness on
the Goose. But the firing of all the pistols in the
direction that they who had insulted us had gone, quiet was
once more restored. Felt relieved that we had not been
attacked by Abolitionists. Heard officers expressing
resignation, and satisfaction that they had made their wills
and were willing to die. Thought seriously about making my
own will, but remembered that I had nothing to leave, so
thought I would defer it. Between two and five a.m., went on
guard receiving particular instructions to beware of
Abolitionists, walked backward and forward after the most
approved form all night, did not see an Abolitionist once,
but kept a keen look out for the person on the post below,
who once had nearly shot me. Determined not to be taken
unawares again. Mislead several times by the oxen, whom I in
my fertile imagination thought Abolitionists. Beg their
pardon for the error, as I do not wish to reflect upon them,
Think upon the whole that it is a very bad thing to alarm
falsely soldiers upon such an expedition as ours, as they
might in a moment of excitability, kill a first rate working
steer instead of an Abolitionist; a mistake which would be
very serious. Daylight, relieved once more, now comes my
breakfast, then the road.
May
15. -- Having been up all night, am consequently up very
early in the morning, and proceed to the breakfast ground,
anxious to eat something. Find that a bottle of whiskey was
going its rounds with unusual vigor; take my station that it
might find me in its circle of acquaintances. Whiskey being
all drank, the more important matter of breakfast claims our
attention, and each has some office to do in this respect.
Grinding coffee requiring less culinary talent than anything
else, the job is assigned to me. All are very jolly and
dirty, and the conversation very lively: some form plans for
the future, based upon the eminent glory that may ensue to
them in this campaign; others more moderate wish they were
at Ki's or Charley's drinking a mint julep; for myself I
only wish I had another shirt, as then I would have two,
which number would enable me to present a more human
appearance. Breakfast at last being ready, all hands attack
it; observe that the longer we are out the less polite
towards each other do we become. This is peculiarly apparent
at our meals; our maxim is now first come, first
served.
After
breakfast, good natured Orderly Sergeant gets us into as
near a straight line as he can, and proceeds to drill us
again, with, if possible, less success than the previous
evening. At the command Right wheel! most of us wheel the
wrong way; and the nearest approach to a hollow square that
we can attain to is an imperfect oval. Our muskets are
seldom, if ever, in their proper position, and prove for an
inanimate subject very hard to manage.
After
coursing up and down the prairie to our disgust, and to the
acceleration of our digestion, we are dismissed with the
melancholy conviction that we are but poorly drilled,
although we feel awfully bored. At last we are under way,
and from our proximity to the enemy are cautious in our
movements. Careful of a surprise, with muskets on our
shoulders, we surround the wagons in the most advantageous
positions. Am a rear guard myself, and keep my eye on one of
the hind wheels. But Providence or the enemy spares us for
Buck creek, which we are fast approaching and which
threatens to be more fatal to us than a number of
engagements.
Nothing
occurs to distract us from our monotonous snail's pace, or
attracts our attention save two dogs who join us more from
interest than glory. At last Buck creek appears; we think
how gladly would we "pass" the Buck as at "Poker," but we
are not playing that game now, although before getting
through we got to "all fours." Buck creek is a succession of
ugly hills and gloomy hollows. We get down the hills and
cross the creek, but to ascend the other side requires a
little more exertion. We had not gone far when we succeed in
sticking admirably. By common consent, we all sit down to
ruminate. Few men could have blamed the oxen, as they seldom
did probabilities, and of course would not attempt
impossibilities. Providence at this juncture turns on what
superfluous water there was immediately above us, so as to
render it still more impressive. -- Instead of solid earth,
we have now to cope with pure mud, and we stand grimly
looking on, wishing that Buck creek was on the confines of
the bottomless pit -- for if it was, few of our crowd would
go to the same pit if it was necessary to cross the creek to
get there. Thunder peals over our heads, and is turned to a
masterly account "by a gallant Colonel, who assures us the
fight is now raging at Lawrence, and what we suppose to be
thunder is the distant booming of cannon. This assurance,
coupled with the timely application of the elixir of life
from a well known stone jar, restores our saturated energies
and drooping spirits, and we attack our difficulties to
conquer them or die.
All
the oxen are hitched to the wagon that is mired, and all the
company turn out, each one selecting a beast to "pour into"
and to receive his unmitigated attention. The word is given
and the oxen get Jessie, nor do we cease, until overcome
with our exertions we give up the useless job. Some sanguine
individuals seize axes and attempt to cut down some trees,
and several are cut down that were originally no hindrance
to us. At last comes the order to unload, which was
effected; unloading flour, muskets, sugar, ham &c., in
such mud and such weather has a rather deleterious effect
upon my enthusiasm. Once unloaded, the oxen get along to the
top of the other hill with the inward conviction that Buck
creek is "one of 'em," sure. The same operation, and some
effect is produced on the other wagon -- but here our
difficulties are but commenced -- to get all our freight up
to the wagons is now the task.
This
is done by the use of certain vehicles, constructed more for
use than ornament, called "skids," upon which we stow all we
can safely, and with our oxen get along pretty well. -- Mud
being about one foot deep, men fall in it with perfect
impunity; seldom going far with a load before they are
immersed. That day there were but few of us but deserved the
euphonious title of "stuck- in-the- muds." While stuck in
the mud we are met by several gentlemen, who read to us
Marshal Donaldson's Proclamation, calling upon us to aid in
support of the laws, &c. [3] The Proclamation is
received with great glee, and our throats give signal of our
hearts' joy. Retire to a little distance to do some shouting
on my own hook, and sit immediately behind a horse to
gratify my exhilaration. The horse rather unceremoniously
kicks me in the midst of a most glorious yell, and on a
portion of my frame that for several days after rendered it
a matter of impossibility for me to take a seat. Limping
from the scene of my disgraceful kicking, and breathing
curses against all horses in general, and this individual in
particular, I wend my way slowly to the top of the hill. On
my way thither meet a Chief Justice proceeding homeward;
Chief Justice greets us kindly, and after we assist him to
catch a runaway steer, he bids us adieu, thinking that we
are a very irregular looking portion of the regular
militia.
After
a variety of ludicrous circumstances we arrive at the top of
the hill, bag and baggage, very much relieved indeed.
Considering what we had overcome, and come over, speeches
are volunteered by several, and are received with universal
applause. After a little our wagons are re-loaded and we
start onward, after having been seven hours getting over
Buck creek -- and only one mile of road accomplished in that
time.
May
15. -- Awfully exhausted and prostrated by our herculean
efforts at Buck creek, a halt is soon ordered and joyfully
responded to by the crowd. Buck creek has certainly taken
the starch out of us, and a more deplorable dead-beaten
crowd never assembled around a camp fire as do to-night.
Hunger again assumes its supremacy, and as our stomachs are
vacant, save the necessary furniture, and perhaps a little
brown sugar, furtively grasped from the stores, we all turn
in to eat something. Slapjacks form our bill of fare.
Succeed in purchasing an interest in several at an
exorbitant price, and satisfy myself with them. -- Guard is
again posted as we are getting nearer and nearer the
Philistines. Manage to get into a wagon and sleep placidly
until awakened in the night by a report of a musket;
understand somebody is shot, but postpone further enquiries
until morning.
WILSON
SHANNON
Territorial
governor of Kansas before whom the company from
Leavenworth paraded at Lecompton, May 18, 1856. The
troops were disgruntled because he neglected to threat
them to whisky. Governor Shannon was born in Ohio in
1802. He served as governor of Ohio in 1839-1840 and
1843-1844; minister to Mexico, 1844-1845;
representative from Ohio, 1853-1855, and governor of
Kansas, 1855-1856. He died at Lawrence in
1877.
RIVER
SCENE AT LECOMPTON IN 1855, ACCORDING TO A
LITHOGRAPHED REAL-ESTATE MAP OF THAT
PERIOD
The author
of the accompanying notes possibly had this picture in
mind when he first saw the town in May,
1856.
May
16. -- Understand this morning that a Court-Martial has been
ordered in relation to the shooting affair of the previous
evening. Find that one of the guard shot one of the dogs,
having taken the unfortunate animal in the darkness of the
night, for one of the enemy. After hailing him according to
dogs generally, he was shot instantly. A melancholy victim
of misplaced confidence, and an evidence of the
indefatigable watchfulness of the guard! The guard, having
made his statement, was rightfully acquitted of any crime,
but being a humane man he felt ashamed to look at the other
dog (companion of the deceased) in the face, who followed
the unfortunate individual very doggedly. After a few
appropriate remarks upon the uncertainty of life from
several serious individuals, we hastily breakfast and resume
our way to Lawrence.
Understand
we will reach Kaw river to-day, where we are informed other
forces await us. Up hill and down hollow we pursue our path,
and at last come to a creek which requires some ability to
ford, or get to, the other side. A log, about fifteen feet
high being our bridge, and not having been brought up to the
tight rope business, I endeavored to coon it, but on account
of my kick of the day before am compelled to relinquish a
process, which, while ludicrous, has the merit of safety. Am
at last packed across on a horse, like a sack of meal. All
are safely over, and now we strike a prairie; have to wade
knee deep for about a mile through the same -- think it a
great country for ducks. At last we approach Kaw river, and
as we near it, our Captain comes boomingly along in a buggy,
and very thoughtfully distributed some whiskey amongst us.
We are informed that our greatest wish (i. e., a fight) will
soon be gratified. Many cheer the announcement vigorously,
but never having loved fighting myself for its sake, do not
cheer, but am content to be quietly grateful for the
benefits we may receive in that line.
At
last we arrive at Kaw river, where we have a rest. Opposite
Lecompton, find to my regret that the beautiful bridge so
ostensible on the chart of this city is not visible; and
that the railroad can hardly be deemed completed, as it is
an air line only existing in the brain of a few enthusiasts.
Lecompton is on a pretty site, has the merit of not being
densely crowded, judging from my view of it from this side.
Find here other men, citizens, soldiers, all of whom welcome
us most cordially. After unhitching our oxen, and getting
out our cooking utensils, we are instructed to form in
messes. Think that each man is in a mess enough as he is,
without any consolidation. Am put in a mess with some
others, who from some fiendish motive elect me cook, a
position to me more than horrible. I go to my duties with a
vague idea of what they are as cheerfully as the
circumstances will admit -- as is the case with all
amateurs. I make errors fatal to my achievement of any fame
as a cook.
After
dinner proceed to make my toilet and change my linen, which
change is effected by turning it inside out. After a good
bath and the resumption of my old clothes in all their
pristine mud, I lay myself down, to reflect upon the
mutability of human affairs. Am awakened from my meditations
by the news of a capture; find we have caught a live Yankee,
as no earthly inducement can make him mention cow. The man
asserts he is a good Pro-slavery man; we all think he is --
in a horn. -- Yankee displays a great amount of coolness,
and evidently takes notes for a leader for the [New
York] Tribune. After mature deliberation we agree to let
him slide, treating him with all the courtesy imaginable. He
retires thanking us for our humanity, but will write for old
Greeley's paper, I presume, at the first opportunity an
account of the barbarous treatment of a Free State man by
the Pro-slavery party. Many of the boys go over to the
Capitol, and return in amazingly good spirits, and bring
some over with them too. As cook I again officiate, and a
supper, a facsimile of our dinner in point of material, with
the adjunct of coffee, graces our board.
After
supper, in a few short and appropriate remarks, (as the
newspapers say) I tender my resignation, which I hope they
will receive, for if they will not I intend they shall.
After some argument wasted on their side, I am ex-cook, and
resign with pleasure all the pots, &c., to my successor
in office. No guard to-night, as we are here at least safe
from any attacks. Making an admirable bed out of some barrel
staves, and using a couple of one inch planks for coverlids,
I sleep like a top until morning.
May
17. -- Awake early, and turn out accordingly. After
breakfast all hands turn out to drill. Now ensues the usual
awkwardness, and we severely try the patience of our
officers. -- While our drilling does not present the concert
of action so highly prized by commanders in their men, it
always has the merit of variety; and I think that a company
attacking us would be at a loss to know how to approach us.
-- After two mortal hours at this refreshing exercise, we
are dismissed and improve our time by firing off our
firearms, to the great annoyance of the squirrels in the
vicinity. After a day spent in masterly inactivity, as they
say in the Crimea, succeeds a night long to be remembered.
Our mess has a sort of tent, to keep up a military
appearance, I suppose, for it does not keep out the rain.
This institution deceives us, trusting to its firmness of
position, and blows down on us, the rain pattering at an
awful rate. After recovering from our surprise and finding
how matters are, we all crawl under a tree, the rain
following us up all the time, where, convinced that the
fates have conspired against us, sit it out rather
discontentedly all night.
May
18. -- A good fire being made this morning, we all dry up,
and breakfast rather poorly. To-day we are to cross the Kaw
river, and to get to Lecompton. An enormous flat boat,
seemingly large enough for another Noah's Ark, receives us
on board, bag and baggage. The baggage being all packed on
board upon our shoulders, we are further convinced, to use
rather a stale phrase, that "Jordan is a hard road to
travel." To get to the other side is now the difficulty. We
all work our passage, hauling ourselves along by an old rope
and making about a half a mile an hour. After keeping up
this process until we are far above the Capitol, we strike
out, and at the imminent risk of several of our men strike
terra firma. We are received with raptures of applause by
the inhabitants of Lecompton. Men disperse in various
quarters to refresh themselves -- so do I. After exploring
the whole of the city, I return to the landing and help to
unload the baggage; learn with delight that here we will
leave the greater part of it. At this point one of our
company leaves us, unable to proceed farther, being, like
another Achilles, wounded in the heel. Receiving an
honorable discharge he takes leave of us, carrying away with
him a large consignment of compliments to disperse amongst
the friends of the company in Leavenworth.
Once
more are we formed into military position, and march to our
intense disgust into the heart of the town. Here we have the
honor of seeing his Excellency the Governor, [4] and
he also has the honor of seeing us. Think he looks on us
rather apathetically; think also that he should at least
stand a treat when we meet him, but no we are doomed to
disappointment -- not so much for the liquor, but it would
be a pleasant recognition of us as the bulwark of the law
and order party. [5] After marching and
countermarching through this burg until it was thoroughly
daguerreotyped in our memory, we march out of Lecompton to
go somewhere else to camp. We have a small wagon with us;
meet on our exit the triumphal entry of some of our party
with a prisoner. Going on slowly we come at last to a hill
that proves a fatal one to us, for we are upset, our goods
and chattles [sic] dispersed to various points of
the compass, and our wagon made an unmitigated wreck. After
the usual amount of cursing and speculation as to the
probable cause of our mishap, we proceed to get ourselves
out of the difficulty, and being relieved of some of our
load by another wagon, and at last our own being tinkered
up, we resume our march, setting this accident to the debit
side of the Abolitionists account, to be wiped off if we
ever get a showing at them.
May
18. -- Through mud and mire, tired, hungry and discontented,
we keep on our line of march. Understood that our camping
ground would be but two miles from the Capital, but before
night feel convinced that the miles are remarkably long
ones. About 10 P. M. we strike Benicia [6] and
Benicia strikes us as being a very primitive town, but may
be a metropolis one of these days, when the wars are all
over, and the goose shall be allowed to slumber peacefully
upon the land, as she has a natural right to do.
Our
company arrives here in much disorder, tired out, hungry,
and cross generally; and in a ripe state for a fight, and
would do great execution upon the enemy, if they had an
opportunity. No commissariat to be found; men prowling about
like hungry lions, seeking what they may devour; ham becomes
common property, and is eaten with bread and avidity --
every man being his own cook.
After
our hunger is compromised with, all are summoned into line
for review, with a very ill grace. The call is responded to,
the muster roll is called, and some are found missing, the
flesh pots of Lecompton having probably detained them. After
a short speech from a gallant Captain, who now has charge of
us, we are apportioned into a guard for the night. Hugging
myself inwardly at my exemption from this duty for the night
at least, and feeling about seventy-five per cent below par,
I hie me to bed in a large frame building, intending to
devote all my talents and attention to sleeping out the
balance of the night.
Am
just asleep when a friend awakens me, informing me that the
gallant Captain desires an audience with me outside. Proceed
half asleep outside and find the Captain surrounded by about
eight of our men. Captain advances towards me, and hands me
a small flask to lubricate my ideas with. The lubrication
having been effected, he proceeds to inform me, that out of
kindness to me, and a sincere wish to further me in this
campaign, and for other causes too numerous to mention, he
has resolved that I shall be one of a chosen band to
intercept and capture, vi et armis, a small band of
Abolitionists (only eighteen) armed to the teeth, who have a
boat a few miles from where we are, on the river, plying to
Lawrence, and conveying aid and comfort to the
enemy.
For
my further gratification he informs me that a severe
engagement may be expected, and that if I fail I may be
expected to be interred with all the military honors. Not
being particularly struck with the immense benefit that this
enterprise might confer upon me, and having rather a vague
idea of what military honors were, I hardly grasped at the
chance of distinction, as enthusiastically as I ought to
have; but thought that really men had honors thrust upon
them some times. I however calmly acceded to the project,
and with a faint attempt at a smile, jocularly alluded to
the disparity of our numbers.
After
a little we are in motion. I selected a fat man to be my
shield, and through the woods wended our way in painful
silence. After a short review of my past life in my own
mind, I come to the conclusion that after all I should feel
thankful; that if I were to die, I had no very enormous
crimes to answer for. At last we approach the point; our
guns are cocked; and the boat is seen. We enter on board,
and find that the birds have flown. We capture, however, two
or three prisoners, take some arms, and proceed homeward to
camp.
Arrive
in camp, and congratulate ourselves upon the success of our
mission. Our prisoners are seated comfortably around the
fires, evince a confidence in our magnanimity, which I am
proud to say was never misplaced. After a little the
lubricating system is indulged in quite freely, and our
ideas are getting brighter, and our thoughts livelier. Songs
are sung with great glee. Some pour forth with a great deal
of effect amorous ditties; others vociferously roar out war
songs, and so on ad infinitum, until the clear gray of the
morning appears, when we turn in to sleep a few hours --
before proceeding upon the arduous duties of another
day.
May
19. -- All get up very early to answer to muster roll; after
which we proceed to elect a Commissariat. This being done,
we resume our former messes, and commence to cook our
breakfast. Rumors are flying amongst us of a lot of Sharpe's
rifles in the possession of the enemy, and after breakfast a
company is formed for the purpose of entering into
negotiations with the owners of the same for their
possession.
March
in single file to the place where the supposed rifles are,
which locality is a saw- mill. Find the saw-mill in active
operation, and men about at work. The Captain politely asks
the information we require from the apparent owner of the
mill, who evinces an unaccountable ignorance of every thing.
After a vain endeavor to elicit facts or rifles, we proceed
to examine around, and find several Sharpe's rifles stored
securely away. -- Think upon a cursory examination of one of
them, that they are rather a ticklish weapon; but think also
a good old shot gun has its merits. How soon will the
Yankees invent a rifle to fire at Border Ruffians from
Boston, and thus carry on a war? I think for them this would
be a consummation most devoutly to be wished for, as the
tendency of their improvements in firearms seems based upon
the fact that distance lends enchantment to the
scene.
After
scouring the vicinity we muster several rifles, and are
constrained to make prisoners of two dangerous
Abolitionists, who proclaim openly their hostility to law
and order, and are satisfied completely with Beecher's
higher-lawism. After completing our mission, with our
prisoners in our midst, we form a line for camp. Our
Captain, first delivering a lecture to the individuals in
whose possession the Sharpe's rifles were found, that ought
to effectually quell any symptoms of higher-lawism that may
exist amongst them -- the word is given, and we march to our
camping place. Our prisoners and rifles disposed of, we
consume our time until drill in the afternoon the best way
we can.
After
drilling with our usual ability, an election for
non-commissioned officers occurs. The candidates are
numerous, but the platforms unanimous. I find to my horror
that I figure myself as a candidate, some sanguine
individual having proposed me as a suitable person to fill
the high and important position of Fourth Sergeant. Being a
modest man, I excused myself, and desire to withdraw; find
it is of no use, and at the desire of "many friends" (as all
candidates in the political world say) consent to run. The
result, which is a unanimous election, and a vote of thanks
upon my acceptance of the position, almost prove too much
for my equilibrium. Impressed with the dignity of my
station, I endeavor to look and act authoritatively with the
men, but upon being informed that it would not be healthy
for me to "put on airs," I sink myself into my original
mildness of deportment. It now being nearly night, our
supper is proceeded with, and after an amicable discussion
of it, guards are posted around, as usual. My guard not
occurring until morning, I go to bed, hoping that I may have
the felicity of enjoying a night's rest without any more
attempts at military distinction.
May
20. -- Am up with the sun, having watched the same tardily
rising while on my morning watch. All hands having been
thoroughly aroused, we proceed to receive our portion of
whisky, which the U. S. Marshal has in his kindness made one
of the emoluments of our position. -- Said liquor has the
credit of being very old, but is decidedly diminutive for
its age; and when in our tin pannikins, a fly can with
little danger ford from one side to the other of said
pannikin. It having been all discussed, the only comments
made on it being in regard to its scarcity, we proceed to
our breakfast, and hastily consume it. After the consumption
of which the men moodily resolved themselves into knots, and
deprecate the tardiness of our proceedings -- being but a
few miles from Lawrence. Feel indeed that we are in a state
of inglorious inactivity, and our commanders come in for
their share of heartfelt condemnation. At this stage of the
proceedings, and while mutiny in its most insidious form is
spreading itself amongst us, good news arrives, and by good
authority we are informed, that but a few circumstances
prevent our meeting the Abolitionists -- the greatest
circumstance being, in my humble opinion, the fact that they
studiously avoid us. -- We are also informed that we soon
will have the opportunity of testing ourselves, and them as
well, at the gates of Lawrence. This announcement gives us a
good deal of satisfaction, and confident that all will be
right we resign ourselves to our predicament, and play poker
generally until night, when we mount guard as
usual.
May
21. -- To-day the joyful tidings came that we must march
onward. We immediately make our arrangements to proceed, and
about the middle of the afternoon start for Coon Point. Our
wagon has in it a miscellaneous assortment of dry goods,
groceries and hardware, and perched upon the summit is an
invalid with rheumatism of the direst nature. -- This wagon
with its valuable contents is entrusted to an amateur ox
driver, who to casual inquiries in regard to his abilities
assures us that he can drive "to h--l in about a minute." He
succeeds in convincing us of the aptness of his remark, by
upsetting in the creek, the first on our road. The rheumatic
individual displays more agility than he had credit for, and
in his choice of a landing place evinces considerable
ingenuity -- think an upset a great remedy for any disease
affecting the limbs.
Dry
goods, groceries, and hardwares, find themselves in the
creek; sugar, flour &c., at a discount. Altogether we
come to the conclusion that we are the most unfortunate set
of individuals that circumstances ever got together. Not
feeling a great amount of interest in the wagon, and coming
to the conclusion not to wait for it -- being uncertain
whether I should get a ride if I did -- I with others, make
for Coon Point, which at last we reach. -- Am particularly
struck with the military appearance of this place, and the
vast amount of red shirts. Report ourselves as the
Leavenworth detachment, and receive cordial invitations to
sup with the gentlemen composing the camp. Remembering the
situation of our groceries, and their distance from us, we
joyfully accept. Toward night our wagon comes along with the
balance of our men, hungry and tired, who, after appeasing
their appetites, turn in, breathing a few curses audibly
against things and individuals generally.
Notes
1. A.
T. Andreas and W. G. Cutler, History of the State of
Kansas (Chicago, 1883), p. 128.
2.
"Bound on the Goose. -- A phrase originating in the Kansas
troubles, and signifying true to the cause of slavery." --
John Russell Bartlett, Dictionary of Americanisms . .
. (Boston, Little, Brown, and Co., 1877), p. 680.
3.
This is evidence of considerable interest since it supports
the implication of Andreas Cutler, cited in the
introduction, that Donalson's proclamation was the excuse
rather than the reason for the attack on Lawrence and was
actually not known to the attacking force from Leavenworth
until three days after they had begun their
march.
4.
Gov. Wilson Shannon.
5.
This was the self-bestowed title of the Proslavery party in
Kansas, presumably to emphasize the contrast with what they
considered the illegal and disorderly Free-State
party.
6.
The village of Benicia, Douglas county, was located on the
south bank of the Kansas river in NW1/4 sec. 8, T. 12 S., R.
19 E., about three miles southeast of Lecompton and five and
one-half miles northwest of Lawrence. It was incorporated in
1856 and in 1857 had a population of twenty. It is now
extinct.
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