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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore) 3 1 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: December 16, 1861., [Electronic resource] 3 1 Browse Search
John James Geer, Beyond the lines: A Yankee prisoner loose in Dixie 2 0 Browse Search
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o with 'em. Dey had dar faces blacked all ober. Den dey crawled into a winder whar dar wus some white gals, an' de gals dey hollered, an' de two fellers dey runned, an' I runned arter 'em. But I didn't know what they'd done, an' so I stopped, an' de white men what run arter all oa us, cotched me, an' brought me down here. Den dey chained me like you is now, and den de white rascals what had blacked ‘emselves, dey runned off right away. But dey won't b'lieve a poor darkey. Now, massa, Tom White, an' he's a white man, seed dem white fellers what blacked dar faces, an' he told so, an' den I was tuk out oa de cell. Here the poor creature started after the jailor for the performance of some duty. I was now desirous to know what Captain Crawford's candid opinion was concerning slavery, but the loud tones in which we were forced to talk prevented me, for fear of drawing down some cruel punishment upon us. I conversed on the subject, however, with my comrade, Lieutenant Collins
91. King Cotton. [after Beranger.] by R. H. Stoddard. See this new king who comes apace, And treats us like a conquered race; He comes from Dixey's Land by rail, His throne a ragged cotton-bale. On to the White House straight He's marching — rather late, Clanking along the land, The shackles in his hand. Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! White niggers, mudsills, Northern scum, Base hirelings, hear me, and be dumb: What makes this country great and free? 'Tis me, I tell you — only me! Beware, then, of my might, Nor dare dispute my right, Or else you'll find, some day There'll be the devil to pay! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Dare you dispraise my royal parts, And prate of Freedom, Commerce, Arts? What are they to my pedigree? Why, Adam was an F. F. V.! My arms, (a whip, ye fools, Above a bloodhound, gules!) Declare my house and birth-- The king of kings on earth! Hats off! hats of
Rev. M. L. Weller, the young, zealous, and beloved minister of the Episcopal church in Hernando, Miss., on last Tuesday morning bade adieu to all the endearments of home and the society of his attached congregation, and left for Camp Davis, near Pensacola, Florida, there to take his position as an humble private in the ranks of Capt. Tom White's company, the 9th Regiment of Mississippi Volunteers. Few more noble examples of patriotism than this are recorded even in the pages of Revolutionary heroism. Mr. Weller was anxious to have gone off with the company from Hernando when it left for Pensacola, about six weeks since, but having been located here in some sort by the Bishop of the Diocese, lie disliked to leave his church without the sacred sanction of his permission. No opportunity offered for him to obtain this until a short time ago; and when he told Bishop Green that the promptings of his heart were constantly calling him by day and night to defend his country upon the b
e compromise resolutions advocated in Congress, &c. [correspondence of the Richmond Dispatch.] Camp Dave Cuiren, Near Fredericksburg, Va., Dec. 9. Will you allow a volunteer space in your columns to give the day's adventures of Captain Tom White, Company F, 2d Regiment of Tennessee Volunteers, (Col. Wm. B. Bate,) accompanied by J. N. McKendree, and L. M. Patterson, Company K, Sumner Greys! While strolling upon the banks of the Potomac, near Evansport, they discovered a small boat,n of Dean's Ohio, (which they did ample justice,) they were soon within two hundred yards of the bank. They again halted and asked for evidence that they would not be harmed, which, of course, was given. They were soon so near the shore that Capt. White, accompanied by McKendree, waded in to give them a hearty welcome, and assist them ashore. They soon set Yankee feet on Virginia soil, and were in a hurry to return to occupy their posts as picket guard, upon which we informed them that we wo