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Chapter 7: banditti The camp is pitched, the sword is king! If President Grant will leave Sheridan as free to act in Louisiana, as he left him free to act in the Blue Ridge valleys and the Peigan hunting-grounds, my dashing neighbour sees his way to square accounts with such opponents as Wiltz and Ogden, McEnery and Penn. I know these people well, he says, having lived with them in other times, when they were wilder than they are to-day. I have no doubt about my course. The White League must be trodden down. They are a bad lot: mere banditti, bent on mischief. In New Orleans you see the best of them. The men are pleasant fellows; even the White Leaguers here are decent; but in the country districts-Bossier and St. Bernard, Natchitoches and Red River-they are hell. At ten o'clock in the evening Sheridan wires these words to Belknap, Secretary of War: New Orleans: Jan. 4, 1875. It is with deep regret that I have to announce to you the existence in this State of
Chapter 11: the Rotunda. Scene-Rotunda, New Orleans; marble floor, and open galleries, supported by fluted shafts. Time-Wednesday, January 13, 1875, eight o'clock in the evening. Persons present-General Sheridan, with his staff, Lieutenant-governor Penn, Senators, Members of Congress, foreign consuls, sea captains, newspaper scouts, orderlies, messengers, telegraph clerks, and other crowds, including two English travellers. Temperature-boiling point of mercury. Look out for squalls
ding with his back against that shaft, so that his person is covered from assault except in front?
About him fret and seethe a crowd of citizens, many of them bearing proud, historic names.
General Ogden is here, General Taylor is here, and General Penn is here.
The lame man pushing through the crowd is General Badger, now recovering from his wounds.
The gentlemen near Sheridan, also in plain clothes, are General Emory and Colonel Sheridan, a younger brother of the chief.
Banditti! How the