Louisville Under Martial Law: A Civilian Remembers the Opening of the Kentucky Campaign
“After a season of seeming peace, our beautiful city has put on its war mask again.”
In the early
days of September 1862 as the rumors of Kirby Smith’s invasion spread through
the state, Marie Butler wrote back to her family in Ohio describing the panic
that gripped the city of Louisville, Kentucky.
“Louisville is
under martial law and every male citizen between 18 and 45 is ordered to enroll
himself in the militia and exempts are to form a reserve,” she said. “The Rebel
forces are said to be advancing on Louisville and every preparation is being
made to meet them. Meanwhile, bank specie and hospital stores are being sent
across the river to Indiana for safe keeping. Arrest of disloyal citizens are
being made every day by scores and traitors in our midst are beginning to feel
that the government which they have insulted so long has not lost its power or
dignity.”
Marie Butler’s letters describing life in wartime Louisville first saw publication in the September 18, 1862, edition of the Summit County Beacon published in Akron, Ohio.
Doubtless your
correspondence can have little of vital interest to write which has not already
appeared in your columns, but in this time of public and private conflict
between loyalty and rebellion, no Union voice can be raised without a listener
and no Union tongue can be silent.
With the
exception of the guerilla excitement, Louisville has been quiet for several
months but now all is commotion again. The city is threatened by an invading foe
without and a treacherous one within. With the return of the beautiful autumn
days, we are living over again the hopes and fears and the scenes of a year
ago. Again, our beautiful state is invaded by a large force of the Rebel army
under Smith and Morgan. Lexington is taken, Frankfort is evacuated, and ere this
probably in the hands of the Rebels. The legislature now, for the first time in
the history of our commonwealth, is convened in Louisville having brought with
it all the valuable papers and archives of the state.
Louisville is under martial law
and every male citizen between 18 and 45 is ordered to enroll himself in the
militia and exempts are to form a reserve. The Rebel forces are said to be
advancing on Louisville and every preparation is being made to meet them.
Meanwhile, bank specie and hospital stores are being sent across the river to
Indiana for safe keeping. Arrest of disloyal citizens are being made every day
by scores and traitors in our midst are beginning to feel that the government
which they have insulted so long has not lost its power or dignity.
Troops are coming in from the North
and South. An hour ago, the Louisville Legion under General Rousseau came in on
the Nashville train. This gallant general and his brigade are citizens of
Louisville and were organized during the days of Kentucky neutrality when they
were not even allowed to encamp on Kentucky soil. One year ago, this noble band
were the first to meet the Rebel Buckner when at the head of an invading force
he was marching on to Louisville. Afterwards, the names of Rousseau and the
Louisville Legion were recorded on the bloody field of Shiloh and now these
brave men have come home again to stand between danger and their beloved city.
General Lovell H. Rousseau |
After a season of seeming peace,
our beautiful city has put on its war mask again. All through the busy day and
the unquiet night, long lines of glistening bayonets and the steady rumble of
long government trains tell us that an army is near and war is upon us. Even as
I write my pen is keeping time to the roll of a drum and three times, I have
laid it down and rushed to the door with our dear old flag whose well-worn and
faded stripes have, during the last year, waved a welcome to more than 150,000
men.
It would make many a Northern
heart leap with an unwonted thrill of patriotic joy could he stand on Broadway,
our military thoroughfare, and see the cry of soldering coming bring to the
gates of every loyal dwelling, a motley crowd of black and white faces, while
here and there a patriotic family are ventilating their patriotism and flags.
Slowly they come, a broad line of weary men, toiling through the heat and dust
with colors flying and bayonets gleaming. But at the first sight of the stars
and stripes waved to welcome them, cheer after cheer rises, answered by the
cheers of women and children and our brave men seem to look through the gloom
of the present to a time emblemed by our stars and stripes which are indeed to
them bright rainbows on the cloud of war.
We have just received the latest
news; the star and bars, the flag of the rebellion, is floating from our
capitol at Frankfort. Kentucky seems doomed to reap at last the bloody, bitter
harvest sown in her early indecision. Many prophesied this to the writer,
during a late visit to your patriotic county, and now dear old friends, now
that these things have come upon us, we cannot refrain from reminding them that
the same wicked hands that a year ago bound Kentucky hand and foot, are still
laboring to cast her forth out of the Union. The same brave Union men who saved
her from utter shipwreck then are laboring and suffering for her still as we
Northern patriots are called upon to labor and suffer.
Louisville is full of refugees
who have fled from devastated homes to our loyal city, stripped of all earthly
possessions but a loyal country rather than live under the shade of the flag of
rebellion. In view of this, we would say to our Northern friends, give us a
deeper love, a more enduring sympathy in this, our hour of trial. It is easy
for you to be loyal. Your houses are not marked for waving the dear old flag of
the Union. You lie down in peace and arise in safety and pay not for your patriotism
the price of a desolated home.
For several months our hospitals have been well supplied and not overfull, but now the sick and wounded are being brought in from the surrounding country. Lebanon and Bardstown have been evacuated and the sick brought to our city, and now with a near prospect of a battle within sight and sound of our homes, we have nerved ourselves to renewed exertions, feeling that our labor is not yet done. To our Northern friends, to whom we have never appealed in vain, we still look for sympathy and aid. Again, we appeal to them for something for our wounded men. Next to God, our country is in our soldiers’ hands, our soldiers are in ours.
Source:
Letter from Marie R. Butler, Summit County Beacon (Ohio),
September 18, 1862, pg. 1
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