Civil War Eufaula

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Charleston, SC 29403

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Copyright © 2013 by Mike Bunn

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First published 2013

e-book edition 2013

ISBN 978.1.62584.722.5

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Bunn, Mike.

Civil War Eufaula / Mike Bunn.

pages cm -- (Civil war)

print edition ISBN 978-1-62619-244-7 (pbk.)

1. Eufaula (Ala.)--History--19th century. 2. Alabama--History--Civil War, 1861-1865. I. Title.

F334.E84B86 2013

976.1’05--dc23

2013036534

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Contents

Preface

Introduction. The Business of Eufaula Is Large

1. Equality in the Union, or Independence Out of It

2. There Was Never Such a Time in Eufaula Before

3. We Have Seen a Good Deal of It in Several Papers

4. These Days of War and Blockade Tried Our Souls

5. Positively Needed in the Valley of the Chattahoochee

6. Fear Was Depicted on Every Face

7. To Restore Order Out of Such Chaos

Epilogue. I Have Conducted Our Municipal Little Bark Through This Troublous Sea

Appendix. Historic Site Tour

Notes

Bibliography

About the Author

Preface

Early in the afternoon of Friday, January 11, 1861, a sudden commotion caused by the receipt of some rather remarkable news broke the calm of a peaceful, sunny winter day in the riverside trading town of Eufaula, Alabama. Within moments, a lone horseman emerged out of the escalating clamor of excited voices rising from the gathering crowd near the telegraph office downtown. Charged with carrying the momentous news that Alabama had just proclaimed itself an independent republic to the county seat of Clayton, he raced up Broad Street and ascended College Hill for his twenty-one-mile journey through the forest and fields connecting the two cities. The drumbeat that his animal’s hooves thundered out as it galloped past stately homes drew the interest of residents on edge and aware that other Southern states had already seceded.

Anyone who had been paying attention to recent events had reason to suspect the gist of the message he carried, for he had made a similar ride only three weeks earlier when South Carolina became the first state to leave the Union. When the next state would make a similar move was discussed seemingly everywhere. At the very least, people knew from his rushed ride that he was on no ordinary errand. From the sidewalks of wagon-rutted dirt streets, within landscaped yards, seated in chairs on wide porches and from behind wavy hand-blown glass windowpanes, Eufaulians watched the rider hurriedly dash by and disappear over the crest of the hill. The moment was truly the last fleeting instant of calm before a terrible storm, and into the vacuum of normalcy it pierced would flood a deluge of anxiety that overwhelmed the hearts and minds of local citizens for the next four and a half years. Scarcely could those witnessing the scene imagine the degree of disruption soon to be experienced by the community.

This book attempts to tell in narrative fashion the story of that disruptive experience. It is an effort to relate on a personal level the saga of the Eufaula area during the Civil War. It is a story that, despite Eufaula’s celebratory embrace of its heritage today, remains largely uninvestigated. I do not claim that what follows is the story of Eufaula’s wartime years; there is simply too much we do not know and too much that can never truly be known to make such an assertion. Rather, I view this as more of a fleshing out of the bones of a story contained collectively in a number of other books and memoirs, letters and newspapers, official records and oral legends, each with different focuses and each recognized as important individually but never before woven together as a single tapestry.

To be blunt, we know incredibly little about Eufaula’s Civil War years. Only a handful of the thousands living in the area at the time left written records of their experiences, extremely few copies of local newspapers survive and even the minutes of the city council from that period have been lost. Only the briefest of outlines of the city’s wartime experience is currently interpreted in its various public history venues—house museums, the interpretive center, historic markers and parks. All we are left with from that dramatic era are scraps that we must mine and make logical inferences from if there is to be any real understanding of life in the city at the time. I am cognizant of the fact, though, that there will surely be other historians to investigate this topic in the future and unearth some things I did not during this project, enriching our knowledge with their findings.

I have written this story based simply on all the information I have found over the course of several years of research, a large portion of which is contained in the several histories of Barbour County and Eufaula and a portion of which exists only as oral interviews that inform these compelling local histories but can never be recovered. I have documented what I could and hopefully inferred only what I should in developing the rather piecemeal existing chronicle of Eufaula’s Civil War years into a narrative tale that does justice to the incredible emotional and physical trials through which its citizens endured. Even if available records documenting Eufaula from 1861 to 1865 are not as voluminous as those from some other cities from the same period, there is nonetheless enough for us to understand the broad outlines of what life was like at the time. This story does not exist in a vacuum, after all; there is an abundant literature investigating the Civil War homefront experience in dozens of Southern communities, and while Eufaula’s story is unique, it unquestionably has much in common with what is known about the wider region.

In composing this book, I have tried to focus on what seems to stand out as the most memorable shared experiences of area citizens, experiences that defined the era for those who lived through it. In other words, this is not the story of every aspect of the homefront experience, and no attempt is made at providing equality of space by topic or period; rather, it is the story of those aspects of life in the town during the war that resonate through the years as representative of a common passage through a tumultuous, watershed event. I need to mention at the outset that while my focus is obviously the city of Eufaula, I have chosen to include a range of sources from the broader immediate region as well. Eufaulians and those living near it during the era, just as those in and around the city today, share a regional connection that transcends municipal limits literally and figuratively.

Any good story needs a cast of characters, and a cast indeed can be found within these pages. Readers should know going in that extracts from the extraordinary diaries and correspondence of Barbour County residents Parthenia Hague, Elizabeth Rhodes, Victoria Clayton, John Horry Dent, S.H. (Hubert) and Anna Young Dent and young Mollie Hyatt form the core of the civilian perspective offered here. Their writings are among the most compelling and illuminating accounts of the war era to come from any Southern community, but they are also in a measure representative of a cross-section of the region’s writing population—at least as representative a sample of informed personal accounts from a town of Eufaula’s size as one is likely to find. I use their observations to build a picture of an overall community experience rather than develop their individual personalities, but I have no doubt that readers will know and feel for them nonetheless as witnesses and players in a very real drama.

Eufaula diarist Elizabeth Rhodes. Doug Winkleblack.

Victoria Clayton around the time of the publication of her memoir in 1899. Eufaula Athenaeum.

At the outbreak of the Civil War, Parthenia Antoinette Vardaman, whose later married name was Hague, was working as a tutor to the children of the Garland family living near the community of Glennville. The community was at the time located in northern Barbour County (due to a later boundary change, it now lies in southern Russell County). In the 1880s, after her marriage, Hague published A Blockaded Family: Life in Southern Alabama During the Civil War, to critical acclaim. The book, praised by no less a figure than former Confederate president Jefferson Davis, recounts in detail many everyday events during the war while giving insight into the myriad ways locals attempted to adapt to wartime conditions. Just as crucially, it puts into words aspects of the emotional toll the conflict took on those in the Eufaula area.

Diarist Elizabeth Lewis Daniel Rhodes married local businessman Chauncey Rhodes in Eufaula in 1852 and lived there the rest of her life. She kept a diary at intervals from 1858 to 1900, providing insight on a variety of aspects of social life in the town. Her wartime entries, which compose the vast majority of the diary, are a colorful account of daily life in the city mixed with private thoughts. Her diary has, at long last, been published in full recently by the Eufaula Heritage Association as The Diaries of Elizabeth Rhodes: Depicting Her Life and Times in the South from 1858 to 1900.

Victoria Hunter Clayton, the wife of Confederate general and later University of Alabama president Henry D. Clayton, wrote the 1899 memoir White and Black Under the Old Regime, which recounts antebellum life in Alabama. At the time of the war, she lived on the family’s plantation just outside the town of Clayton (there is no known connection between her family and the name of the town), about twenty miles from Eufaula and the county seat of Barbour County. Her commentary on the war years especially illuminates aspects of slavery during the conflict and speaks to the anxiety associated with the arrival of Union troops in 1865.

Anna Young Dent and Stouten Hubert Dent. Fendall Hall.

New England native John Horry Dent moved to Barbour County from South Carolina in 1836, purchased some land just outside of Eufaula and began a long and successful career as a planter. Over time, his plantation, Good Hope, would become one of the most prosperous in the area. In his voluminous journals, extracts of which are published in John Horry Dent: South Carolina Aristocrat on the Alabama Frontier, are preserved accounts of the day-to-day operations of his plantation, his manner of dealing with slaves and his personal reflections on the Southern cause and the progress of the war.

Hubert Dent, a Maryland native who moved to Eufaula in the 1850s to practice law, enlisted in the Eufaula Rifles, a local military unit, at the beginning the war. He eventually became an artillery officer in the Confederate army, leading Dent’s Battery until the end of the war. He and his wife, Anna Young Dent, kept up a steady correspondence during the war. Much of it survives in the collections of the Auburn University Special Collections Library and the Alabama Department of Archives and History and is featured in Fendall Hall: A True Story of Good Times and Bad Times on the Chattahoochee River.

Eufaula diarist Mollie Hyatt at age sixteen, immediately after the war. Terry Honan.

Mollie Hyatt was an eleven-year-old student boarding at Union Female College when the war broke out. The surviving portion of her surprisingly lucid diary chronicles a range of activities in Eufaula during the first year of the war.¹

The individuals listed here are far from the only voices that can be heard in the pages to follow. The perspectives of fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, husbands and wives are presented, as are those of political figures, businessmen, journalists, soldiers, housewives, students, visitors and even slaves where possible. The ultimate goal is the production of a mosaic of observations and a chronicling of milestone events that on some visceral level communicates a notion of what it was like to live through a cataclysmic and prolonged war that featured, at various times and in sundry ways, degrees of privation, worry, drama, celebration, humor and, on occasion, a deceptive sense of normality. It is the story of ordinary people in extraordinary times. It is my hope that it will both educate and entertain, for it is a labor of love and a small personal contribution to the rich legacy