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s in which their hopes and the future were placed-this was more than they could bear; and a thick darkness that could be felt brooded over the land. But as yet this feeling had not begun in any way to react upon the army. The hardy soldiers had enough to do to keep them busy; and besides had laid up a stock of glorious reminiscences, upon which to fall back when bad news reached them. Only the bare facts of these rapid and — terrible blows reached the camps; and stubborn, hard-fisted Johnny Reb, looked upon them smilingly as reverses to be made up to-morrow, or the next time he caught Mr. Yank. To the Louisiana soldiers, the news of the fall of their beautiful city had a far deeper and more bitter import. Some of the business men of New Orleans, who remained in the city, yielded to the promptings of interest and fell to worshipping the brazen calf, the Washington high priest had set up for them. Some refused to degrade themselves and remained to be taught that might is righ
n the scanty ration the soldiers had become inured to had been reduced by necessities of their rapid march; and that knowledge caused every corps that passed through to receive substantial tokens of the sympathy and good will of the townspeople. Ladies and children thronged the sidewalks, pressing on their defenders everything which the scanty Confederate larder could supply; while, from many of the houses, gloves, socks and comforters rained down upon the worst clad of the companies. Johnny Reb was ever a cheerful animal, with a general spice of sardonic humor. Thus refreshed, inwardly and outwardly, the men would march down the street; answering the waving handkerchiefs at every window with wild cheers, swelling sometimes into the indescribable rebel yell! Nor did they spare any amount of good-natured chaff to those luckless stay-at-homes encountered on the streets. Come out'r that black coat! I see yer in it! --I know ye're a conscript . Don't yer want er go for a sojer
rom the hearts of the people to know how long, O, Lord! were these terrible scenes-killings, not battles; and with no result but blood and disaster!-to be reenacted. After its retreat from Kentucky, Bragg's army rested for over a month at Murfreesboro, the men recruiting from the fatigues of that exhausting campaign; and enjoying themselves with every species of amusement the town and its kindhearted inhabitants offered — in that careless reaction from disaster that ever characterized Johnny Reb. There was no fresh defeat to discourage the anxious watchers at a distance; while the lightning dashes of John Morgan, wherever there was an enemy's railroad or wagon train; and the flail-like blows of Forrest, gave both the army and the people breathing space. But fresh masses of Federals were hovering upon the track of the ill-starred Bragg, threatening to pounce down upon and destroy him-even while he believed so much in their inaction as to think of forcing them into an advance.
ce it that the human hyenas of speculation did prey upon the dying South; that they locked up her salt while the men in the trenches perished for it; that thrice they stored the flour the people felt was theirs, in such quantities and for so long, that before their maw for gain was glutted, serious riots of the starving called for the strong hand to interfere. And to the credit of Government and southern soldier, be it said-even in that dark hour, with craving stomach and sickening soul--Johnny Reb obeyed his orders and guarded the den of the hyena — from his own hungering children, perhaps! No weak words of mine may paint the baseness and infamy of the vultures of the market. Only a Dor6, with a picture like his Frozen Hell, or Ugolino-might give it faint ideal. And with the feeling how valueless was the money, came another epidemic — not so widespread, perhaps, as the speculation fever; but equally fatal to those who caught it — the rage for gambling! Impulsive by natu<
Thomas C. DeLeon, Four years in Rebel capitals: an inside view of life in the southern confederacy, from birth to death., Chapter 31: the Chinese-Wall blockade, abroad and at home. (search)
t at the risk of a costly foreign war. There was bitter disappointment in the South, immediately succeeding dissipation of these rosy, but nebulous, hopes in the kingship of cotton. Then reaction came-strong, general and fruitful. Sturdy Johnny Reb yearned for British rifles, shoes, blankets and bacon; but he wanted them most of all, to win his own independence and to force its recognition! There are optimists everywhere; and even the dark days of Dixie proved no exception to the ruleeverance, were omitted to prevent the passage of anything living, or useful, into the South. But none of this availed against the untiring pluck and audacity of the inland blockade-breakers. Daily the lines were forced, spies evaded, and bold Johnny Reb passed back and forth, in almost guaranteed security. Such ventures brought small supplies of much-needed medicines, surgical instruments and necessaries for the sick. They brought northern newspapers-and often despatches and cipher letter
hed the camps and were eagerly devoured. Violent and hostile criticisms of Government-even expositions of glaring abuses-were worse than useless unless they could be remedied; and when these came to be the text of camp-talk, they naturally made the soldiers think somewhat as they did. Now, the greatest difficulty with that variously-constituted army, was to make its individuals the perfect machines-unthinking, unreasoning, only obeying — to which the perfect soldier must be reduced. Johnny Reb would think; and not infrequently, he would talk. The newspapers gave him aid and comfort in both breaches of discipline; and in some instances, their influence against the conscription and impressments was seriously felt in the interior. Still these hostilities had their origin in honest conviction; and abuses were held up to the light, that the Government might be made to see and correct them. The newspapers but reflected the ideas of some of the clearest thinkers in the land; and
Boiled Mule bacon, with poke greens; muleham, canvassed. Roast: Mule sirloin; mule rump, stuffed with rice; saddleof-mule, à l'armee. Vegetables: Boiled rice; rice, hard boiled; hard rice, any way. Entrees: Mule head, stuffed à la Reb; mule beef, jerked à la Yankie; mule ears, fricasseed à la getch; mule side, stewed-new style, hair on; mule liver, hashed à l'explosion. side Dishes: Mule salad; mule hoof, soused; mule brains l'omelette; mule kidneys, braises on ramrod; mulh, yes! You're all right, carelessly replied the captor. An‘ ef I'm loyil, I'm same as you 'uns? persisted the lately sworn. We're all good Union alike, eh? Oh, yes, the officer humored him. I We're all one now. Wail then, rejoined Johnny Reb slowly, didn't them darned rebs jest geen us hell sometimes? City Point, on the James river, was the landing for transports with soldiers released from northern prisons, after parole. A bustling, self-important major of United States volunt