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Harper's Ferry (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): article 5
Yorky and disgusting that I did not think it at all probable anything good could emanate from his brainless skull; so I moved on. Near the flag stood a particularly interesting group, evidently "done up" for inspection. I asked who these animals were, and ascertained that the one on the left, a little, stiff, dried up man, in a large blue sack, with straggling hair, about the color of a rotten rope, and eyes about the color of spoilt oysters, was General White, the same who surrendered Harper's Ferry to us on a certain occasion — so the Yankees told me. To his right stood, looking as though it was the occasion of one of his famous matinee entertainment, the former dancing master, now General Ferrero. His fondness for dress has not forsaken him, for he looked as nice as a frizzly-headed Bowery boy. The time is not far distant, I hope, when he may be called upon to "trip it on the light fantastic toe" to the rear, to the music of our guns. Next him stood a tall, lean, endeavors man,
Bowery (search for this): article 5
e, stiff, dried up man, in a large blue sack, with straggling hair, about the color of a rotten rope, and eyes about the color of spoilt oysters, was General White, the same who surrendered Harper's Ferry to us on a certain occasion — so the Yankees told me. To his right stood, looking as though it was the occasion of one of his famous matinee entertainment, the former dancing master, now General Ferrero. His fondness for dress has not forsaken him, for he looked as nice as a frizzly-headed Bowery boy. The time is not far distant, I hope, when he may be called upon to "trip it on the light fantastic toe" to the rear, to the music of our guns. Next him stood a tall, lean, endeavors man, who resembled an ostentatious tombstone, set up by some afflicted wife six weeks before her second marriage in memory of her departed first. He wore his whiskers a lamilitaire, cut close, as was his hair. His eyes were of that peculiar color which it is impossible to describe. But I once saw a valua
Potter (search for this): article 5
usic of our guns. Next him stood a tall, lean, endeavors man, who resembled an ostentatious tombstone, set up by some afflicted wife six weeks before her second marriage in memory of her departed first. He wore his whiskers a lamilitaire, cut close, as was his hair. His eyes were of that peculiar color which it is impossible to describe. But I once saw a valuable dog which was being practiced on by an optician for a disease called the "hooks." His eyes closely resembled those of this General Potter. They were truly the meanest, most sneaking eyes I have ever seen; and a mouth which resembled an opening to a sepulchre, were the only features worthy of note. How prond it made me feel to turn my head towards our own work, on the frank, open countenances of our own Hill, Johnson, Mahone, and Saunders, so plainly dressed that it would have been impossible to have recognized them but for their bearing. But enough; I've written more than you care to read, much less publish. Yours, K
Mahone (search for this): article 5
f our guns. Next him stood a tall, lean, endeavors man, who resembled an ostentatious tombstone, set up by some afflicted wife six weeks before her second marriage in memory of her departed first. He wore his whiskers a lamilitaire, cut close, as was his hair. His eyes were of that peculiar color which it is impossible to describe. But I once saw a valuable dog which was being practiced on by an optician for a disease called the "hooks." His eyes closely resembled those of this General Potter. They were truly the meanest, most sneaking eyes I have ever seen; and a mouth which resembled an opening to a sepulchre, were the only features worthy of note. How prond it made me feel to turn my head towards our own work, on the frank, open countenances of our own Hill, Johnson, Mahone, and Saunders, so plainly dressed that it would have been impossible to have recognized them but for their bearing. But enough; I've written more than you care to read, much less publish. Yours, Key.
White (search for this): article 5
y, how d' yo do? " His manner was so New Yorky and disgusting that I did not think it at all probable anything good could emanate from his brainless skull; so I moved on. Near the flag stood a particularly interesting group, evidently "done up" for inspection. I asked who these animals were, and ascertained that the one on the left, a little, stiff, dried up man, in a large blue sack, with straggling hair, about the color of a rotten rope, and eyes about the color of spoilt oysters, was General White, the same who surrendered Harper's Ferry to us on a certain occasion — so the Yankees told me. To his right stood, looking as though it was the occasion of one of his famous matinee entertainment, the former dancing master, now General Ferrero. His fondness for dress has not forsaken him, for he looked as nice as a frizzly-headed Bowery boy. The time is not far distant, I hope, when he may be called upon to "trip it on the light fantastic toe" to the rear, to the music of our guns. Nex
Yank (search for this): article 5
we can take a friendly nip" Rebel Major.--"I am obliged to you sir. but I can no take a friendly nip with you." Yank.--"Oh, paliaw, Major, lay aside your prejudices; I assure you its prime good." Reb.--"I do not doubt it in the least, but I do not wish to drink with you, sir. " Yank.--"Well, now, Major, I guess if you and me had the settlement of it is war we could soon step aside and have the thing all right, with the dice." Reb.--"I should not be satisfied, sir, to re upon the chance of the dice. I prefer the mode of settlement you have seen fit to adopt — that of fighting it out." Yank.--"I guess, Major, you fellows went on the principle of not shooting a white man when you could kill a 'nigger,' hey!" e much mistaken — we almost try when we get the blacks and whites together to kill the whites and catch the negroes." Yank.--"Well, now, I hold that a white man is better than a nigger." Reb.--"So do we, sir; but it depends altogether upon
Saunders (search for this): article 5
f our guns. Next him stood a tall, lean, endeavors man, who resembled an ostentatious tombstone, set up by some afflicted wife six weeks before her second marriage in memory of her departed first. He wore his whiskers a lamilitaire, cut close, as was his hair. His eyes were of that peculiar color which it is impossible to describe. But I once saw a valuable dog which was being practiced on by an optician for a disease called the "hooks." His eyes closely resembled those of this General Potter. They were truly the meanest, most sneaking eyes I have ever seen; and a mouth which resembled an opening to a sepulchre, were the only features worthy of note. How prond it made me feel to turn my head towards our own work, on the frank, open countenances of our own Hill, Johnson, Mahone, and Saunders, so plainly dressed that it would have been impossible to have recognized them but for their bearing. But enough; I've written more than you care to read, much less publish. Yours, Key.
Reb (search for this): article 5
u." Yank.--"Oh, paliaw, Major, lay aside your prejudices; I assure you its prime good." Reb.--"I do not doubt it in the least, but I do not wish to drink with you, sir. " Yank.--"Well,ttlement of it is war we could soon step aside and have the thing all right, with the dice." Reb.--"I should not be satisfied, sir, to rest the fate of the Confederacy upon the chance of the diclows went on the principle of not shooting a white man when you could kill a 'nigger,' hey!" Reb.--"You are much mistaken — we almost try when we get the blacks and whites together to kill the watch the negroes." Yank.--"Well, now, I hold that a white man is better than a nigger." Reb.--"So do we, sir; but it depends altogether upon who the white man is. Though it seems that you rhe subject)--"Major, I guess some of your friends would like a 'nip' won't you ask them up." Reb.--"Thank you, Major, if I see any one hunting for liquor I'll send him up, " and, touching his ca
Yankee Major (search for this): article 5
des, and men, walked freely about on their respective sides; and we were glad to see that many of our officers refused to encourage that impudent communicative trail which the Yankees endeavored as usual to display. I noticed particularly one Yankee Major who exerted himself especially to become most familiar with an artillery Major of our army. By way of initiating himself into the good graces of our rebel Major, and proving that he wished to be most friendly, the Yankee drew from under his coat a bottle marked "cognac," at the same time tapping his new acquaintance familiarly on the shoulder, when the following dialogue ensued: Yankee Major.--"I say, Major, here is something 'extra' I guess we can take a friendly nip" Rebel Major.--"I am obliged to you sir. but I can no take a friendly nip with you." Yank.--"Oh, paliaw, Major, lay aside your prejudices; I assure you its prime good." Reb.--"I do not doubt it in the least, but I do not wish to drink with you, sir.
Ferrero (search for this): article 5
" for inspection. I asked who these animals were, and ascertained that the one on the left, a little, stiff, dried up man, in a large blue sack, with straggling hair, about the color of a rotten rope, and eyes about the color of spoilt oysters, was General White, the same who surrendered Harper's Ferry to us on a certain occasion — so the Yankees told me. To his right stood, looking as though it was the occasion of one of his famous matinee entertainment, the former dancing master, now General Ferrero. His fondness for dress has not forsaken him, for he looked as nice as a frizzly-headed Bowery boy. The time is not far distant, I hope, when he may be called upon to "trip it on the light fantastic toe" to the rear, to the music of our guns. Next him stood a tall, lean, endeavors man, who resembled an ostentatious tombstone, set up by some afflicted wife six weeks before her second marriage in memory of her departed first. He wore his whiskers a lamilitaire, cut close, as was his ha
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