Chapter IX Brother Against Brother
Author's Note: Because the author of this chapter is an attention seeking whore, he has demanded that I post this:
"Sorry for the lapse in updates. A woman wants to send me to the penitentary for triestes with her daughter, and a massive onset of stress lead to vomiting, nosebleeds, and involuntary bowel movements. The AAR is not dead."
Though the war tried to emanate an air of gallant pomp to the east, the war showed no such pretenses in the west. The west was a land devoid of pretense; life was hard, unless you were rich, and there weren't quite so many landed rich in the west, natural born plebians to place a romantic glow on the field of gore. If there were few of them in the western theatre, there were none at all in Missouri- the less that is said of Missouri, the better. Even absent any official confederate orders, civilians were being slaughtered, too often by each other. Sterling Price, of the Missouri State Guard, had much less to do with this then yellow journalism would have the public believe- a kindly old politician-warrior, he had taken up arms when his state was artificially denied secession.
Coinciding with the Kentucky invasion, Price had returned from exile in Arkansas to liberate Springfield, Missouri, free of any opposition, and then marched through Jefferson City. These bastions of southern sentiment were free of any northern troops, (In truth, the north could not commit many men to the area at this desperate time, and fewer then two divisions of men's safety was feared for in these boiling areas).
Price's 3 divisions had freed a swathe of Missouri, but the politician misjudged his people- Marching into St. Louis, he found considerable resistance. German immigrant laborers and factory workers struggled fiercely in the streets, and Price himself was shot by a disgruntled foreman from the St. Louis iron works.
The confederacy immediately went into uproar- a general slain? By a FOREIGNER?
Cleburne's newly organized 6 cavalry divisions set off into Missouri at once, a massive force to squash all hint of rebellion. The Union, it must be noted, sent a mere one division at this juncture, a commitment that may in fact have sent three overextended and beleaguered confederate divisions from St. Louis, but never the cream of the confederacy's cavalry.
The vengeance for price's blood was swift and terrible- The great forges of St. Louis were brought to climax, destroying themselves and the priceless machinery needed to make them, and men, women, and children were killed, but worse still, and unprecedented, men were enslaved. In a shocking turn of events that would turn policy, industrial workers, the "chattel of the north", were quite literally sold south, down the wide Mississippi to the land of cotton. White slaves upset what had been a stable slave market and opened a Pandora's box of slippery slope morality, but the official stance was that only immigrants were enslaved. Morality aside, a healthy price was fetched for them- north German protestants proved to be the most popular, as Irish Catholics were lauded against for their laziness and ungodliness, although it must be said that perhaps the popularity of Irish slaves waned due to the overwhelming Celtic makeup of the southern white population. These white slaves would find a niche in the slave society in later years, forming something of a middle class- blacksmiths, house servants, and skilled laborer's upon the gentleman's plantation.
The Irish immigrant, Patrick Cleburne, became a shining light in the eyes of many Irishmen in the South.
The quaint peace of the gentleman's plantation is an image far removed from the crimson streets of St. Louis however, and the atrocities committed by Cleburne's men must with difficulty not be held to him- Cleburne was a man of principle, and the great irony, a catholic immigrant from Ireland himself. Such ironies rarely occurred to the riders under his command as they took the vast majority of St. Louis to the torch, however.
The laughable force under Union general Darius N. Couch was captured in its totality- officially, to Andersonville. And to be fair the vast majority did, but a northern soldier with a poor command of English, (as a disconcerting amount of them did- Mr. Lincoln's War was not just a furious peace party slogan) or just one who drew the ire of his captors, was all too likely to find himself toiling for the rest of his life under the lazy southern son.
Missouri was united under the south, its true, and its also true that Dixie could ill afford to ship nine divisions to such a backwater theatre, and would pay for it later. But both of these facts take a sideshow to what had happened here- the war for southern independence had taken an irreconcilable turn.