Colonel Bankhead has given me letters of introduction to
General Bragg, to General Leonidas Polk, and several others.
At 2 P.M. I called on Mrs Bankhead to say good-bye. She told
me that her husband had two brothers in the Northern service — one in the army
and the other in the navy. The two army brothers were both in the battles of
Shiloh and Perryville, on opposite sides. The naval Bankhead commanded the
Monitor when she sank.
——— introduced me to a German militia General in a
beer-house this afternoon. These two had a slight dispute, as the latter spoke
strongly in disapproval of “secret or night lynching.”
The recent escapade of Captain Peñaloso seems to have been much condemned in San
Antonio. This individual (formerly a butcher) hanged one of his soldiers a
short time ago, on his own responsibility, for desertion and stealing a musket.
This event came off at 12 o'clock noon, in the principal plaça of the city. The tree
has been cut down, to show the feelings of the citizens.
There can be no doubt that the enforcement of the
conscription has, as a general rule, been extremely easy throughout the
Confederacy (except among the Germans); but I hear of many persons evading it,
by getting into some sort of government employment — such as contractors,
agents, or teamsters to the Rio Grande. To my extreme regret I took leave of my
friend M'Carthy this evening, whose hospitality and kindness I shall never
forget.
I left San Antonio by stage for Alleyton at 9 P.M.
The stage was an old coach, into the interior of which nine persons were
crammed on three transverse seats, besides many others on the roof. I was
placed on the centre seat, which was extremely narrow, and I had nothing but a
strap to support my back. An enormously fat German was my vis-à-vis, and a
long-legged Confederate officer was in my rear.
Our first team consisted of four mules; we afterwards got
horses.
My fellow-travellers were all either military men, or
connected with the Government.
Only five out of nine chewed tobacco during the
night; but they aimed at the windows with great accuracy, and didn't splash me.
The amount of sleep I got, however, was naturally very trifling.
SOURCE: Sir Arthur James Lyon Fremantle, Three
months in the southern states: April-June, 1863, p. 53-5
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