Couldn't you get a few iron-clad men to do your fighting?
Are you not horribly afraid that we will shoot you below the shirts?
When are you coming to Richmond?
Couldn't you go up the river with us?
There is one score which we will yet settle with you, to the death.
Your fiend-like treatment of old men and helpless women reads you out of the pale of civilized warfare, and if rifles are true and knives keen, we will rid some of you of your beastly inclinations.
When you arise as high in the scale of created beings as a Brazilian monkey, we will allow you sometimes to associate with our negroes; but until then Southern soil will be too hot for the sons of the Pilgrims.
The only dealing we will have with you is, henceforth, war to the knife.
We despise you as heartily as we can whip you easily on any equal field.
Most heartily at your service, whenever you offer a fight. J. Traviso Scott, Company A, Sixth Georgia Volunteers.
--Missouri Democrat, May 10.