supporter of the Federal Army, the Reverend prayed for the safety of eight men who had enlisted for the Confederacy. All eight were sons of the congregation. When Edward's name was mentioned, tears squeezed past her eyelids and a cry escaped her lips. Julia had to fight hard to keep from breaking down completely.
Just when she felt her composure crumbling, she felt the warmth of a hand slide over and around her trembling fingers. Samuel had taken her hand in his. His touch conveyed the love, the strength, the same comfort as it always had. In spite of herself, Julia clasped it tightly while whispering her own prayer on Edward's behalf.
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God comfort her, Sam thought. He stole a glance at Julia's face. Her head was bowed and she was clutching a lace handkerchief to her mouth. He could understand the pain she was feeling. Edward's departure was bad enough but coupled with the way he had parted, the tension in the family that night, it only made things worse. Sam regretted every minute of their conversation.
Edward had been called to the armory during a dreadful thunderstorm. Little did Sam know Federal troops were in the process of occupying the city. When Edward returned home that night he announced the terrible news.
"The armory has been stripped," he'd said, his face a mixture of wild emotions. "Any man who would take a gun and hide it was given one."
I was angry that he had brought the muskets to the house. I know he only hoped to protect his family with them but I didn't see it that way then. All I could think of was Federal soldiers tearing the house apart to find them. All I could think of was what they might do to her.
"Edward," Sam had said, "the Northern troops will realize what has happened. They will search the houses. They will find the guns. If you hide them here you are putting your mother and sister at risk."
"Then I'll take the muskets with me. I'll take them south, tonight."
Everyone in the room realized what he had just said, though shock stole the words of objection from their lips. Only Julia had been able to find her voice.
"No, Edward! No! You can't do such a thing!"
Her mother then also began to plead. "Son, please. Think about this. You don't want to do this."
"Yes, I do. I am going to personally see that the Federal Army is thrown out of Baltimore!"
He'd looked to Dr. Stanton. "It is our duty to protect our city, our state. Father, I know you can't fight. Your leg would never allow it, so the duty is left to those who can."
He then looked at Samuel. He'd held out a musket. "Come with me."
Tossing the invading army out of the city for the sake of Julia's safety so strongly appealed to Sam that he nearly reached for the gun, until he realized, defending States' Rights meant defending them all.
"No," Sam had said.
Edward lowered the musket with a look of shock on his face. "What did you say?"
The thoughts fired through his head. Protect her and freedom! Fight! It took everything Sam had within him to stand firm.
"I said no."
A scowl crossed Edward's face. "Not even now? You won't fight, even now? You won't defend the rights of your state?"
"By defending rights are you including slavery?"
"I'm not fighting for slaves one way or the other! Look man, a Federal battery has taken aim at our front door! If we don't stand against such tyranny, who will?"
"I won't go with you."
"Then you are a coward." Edward then turned to Julia. "You should give serious consideration to the kind of man you are marrying."
Sam stared now at Julia's ringless hand in his. Hers was so delicate, so fragile compared to his gnarled fingers. Lord, forgive me, I thought Edward was acting likea fool. We both just wanted to protect her. I understand why he felt the way he
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