A Cutting from the Show
It was not until late afternoon and evening that the trains began to bring in the Union soldiers -- their wounded, the prisoners of war. Huge empty warehouses in downtown Richmond were opened up and converted into prisons for these men.
Aunt Betty said to her mother, "With everyone so busy taking care of the Confederate soldiers, who is left to even care about the Union prisoners and their wounded?" She knew she must do what she could to help them.
She also knew she could not expect just to go to a prison and be allowed right in. She would need a pass. So she went to the office of Lt. David Todd, the half brother of Mary Todd Lincoln -- President Lincoln's wife. Mary Todd Lincoln, like the other children of her father's first marriage, was a Unionist, but the children of her father's second marriage were all Confederates, and Lt. David Todd was one of these. Already this war had torn apart so many families, and the Todd family was one of them.
Aunt Betty marched into Lt. Todd's office and said, "I should like to have a pass so that I can visit Libby Prison and bring supplies and comfort to the prisoners there."
"Oh, I could not allow that," he said. "It would be dangerous for a lady to go in there!"
She tried to change his mind, but when she failed, she said, "Then who is your superior?"
He sent her to the secretary of the treasury, C.G. Memminger.
Off she went to Memminger's ofiice. "Sir, I should like to have a pass so that I can visit Libby Prison and bring supplies and comfort to the prisoners there."
"Oh, I could not allow that," he said. "It would be dangerous for a lady to go in there!"
"Sir! I have had the pleasure of hearing your wonderful speeches about the need to have charity and kindness toward our fellow human beings, even toward the unworthy. How can you give such moving speeches and think that my humane desire to help these poor prisoners could be anything but a good thing?"
Memminger gave her, not a pass, but at least a note introducing her to Gen. John Winder, who was in charge of the prisons and police force in Richmond.
By the time she arrived at his office, she knew what she would do. "Sir! Oh, sir! Your hair! It is magnificent! So full and white! Why it could adorn the temple of the Roman gods themselves!"
Gen. Winder gave her a pass -- the first of many that he gave her during the course of the war.
Aunt Betty went right home and began to prepare. She and her mother still had the farm outside Richmond, so they were able to bring plenty of fruits and vegetables to the prisoners. They also brought paper and pens so the men could write letters; they brought books from their own library, and soap, and needles and thread, and rags for handkerchiefs and bandages.
When Aunt Betty arrived at Libby Prison with her pass, Lt. Kelly, a Confederate guard at the prison, ushered her in. She stood in the doorway looking in at the prisoners. "This is even worse than I had expected. They are so crowded in here! Where do they sleep?"
"Oh, Ma'am," said Lt. Kelly, "Right where you see them. There is nowhere else."
"So many of them look sick. And it is simply stifling. How can they breathe?"
"Ma'am, you are not nauseous from the stench are you?"
"Certainly not. I am ready to go in."
"What a lady! Here, let me help you pass out these things."
And Lt. Kelly took Aunt Betty's basket and went in one direction, while she went in the other. As soon as his back was turned, one of the prisoners pushed a letter into her hand.
"Please, Ma'am; my wife is sick at home. Could you get this letter to her? She will think I am dead otherwise."
Aunt Betty said, "Of course," and slipped it into her sleeve.
Another prisoner had been writing on a piece of sacking paper, and he shoved that into her hand as well.
"Please! You must get this to a Union officer, no one else. As quickly as possible. It is very important."
Aunt Betty slipped that into her sleeve as well. When she got home, she looked at the message and found it had been written in code.
And so without quite intending it, she had passed from being a union supporter to being a union spy!
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