"You must bring grandmother to New Orleans at the earliest possible opportunity. Grandpa can't get out. He is as restless and unhappy as a caged tiger. Do come quickly. If you need money let me know. Hoping soon to see you. With a heart full of love,
"Your big brother,
"Roger."
It would be best. Her grandmother would be safe there in any event. If our troops again captured New Orleans she would be in the house of the South. If the Federal army still held it, she was at home in her grandson's house.
The wildest rumors were flying thick. No passes would be issued to leave the city on any pretext. Beauregard was reported about to move his army from Corinth to attack Baton Rouge.
The troops were massing for the defense of the city. The Federal cavalry had scoured the country for ten miles in search of guerillas.
Through all the turmoil and confusion of the wildly disordered house Jennie kept repeating the foolish old hymn in soft monotones:
"I hope to die shouting—the Lord will provide!"
General Williams sent a guard to protect the house. A file of six soldiers marched to the gate and their commander saluted:
"Madam, the pickets await your orders."
General Williams had met her brother in New Orleans. His loyalty was enough to mark the beautiful old homestead for protection.