was put in motion, inexperience and indiscipline stood
like giants in the path. The Federal troops were
utterly unfitted for offensive movement, and both
Scott and McDowell had protested against an immediate
advance. The regiments had only been organised
in brigades a week previously. They had never
been exercised in mass. Deployment for battle
had not yet been practised, and to deploy 10,000 or
20,000 men for attack is a difficult operation, even
with well-drilled troops and an experienced staff.
Nor were the supply arrangements yet completed.
The full complement of waggons had not arrived, and
the drivers on the spot were as ignorant as they were
insubordinate. The troops had received no instruction
in musketry, and many of the regiments went into action
without having once fired their rifles. But the
protests of the generals were of no effect. The
Federal Cabinet decided that in face of the public
impatience it was impossible to postpone the movement.
“On to Richmond” was the universal cry.
The halls of Congress resounded with the fervid eloquence
of the politicians. The press teemed with bombastic
articles, in which the Northern troops were favourably
compared with the regular armies of Europe, and the
need of discipline and training for the fearless and
intelligent representatives of the sovereign people
was scornfully repudiated. Ignorance of war and
contempt for the lessons of history were to cost the
nation dear.
The march from Washington was a brilliant spectacle.
The roads south of the Potomac were covered with masses
of men, well armed and well clothed, amply furnished
with artillery, and led by regular officers.
To the sound of martial music they had defiled before
the President. They were accompanied by scores
of carriages. Senators, members of Congress,
and even ladies swelled the long procession. A
crowd of reporters rode beside the columns; and the
return of a victorious army could hardly have been
hailed with more enthusiasm than the departure of
these untrained and unblooded volunteers. Yet,
pitiful masquerade as the march must have appeared
to a soldier’s eye, the majority of those who
broke camp that summer morning were brave men and
good Americans. To restore the Union, to avenge
the insult to their country’s flag, they had
come forward with no other compulsion than the love
of their mother-land. If their self-confidence
was supreme and even arrogant, it was the self-confidence
of a strong and a fearless people, and their patriotism
was of the loftiest kind. It would have been
easy for the North, with her enormous wealth, to have
organised a vast army of mercenaries wherewith to crush
the South. But no! her sons were not willing
that their country’s honour should be committed
to meaner hands.