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Narragansett (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 34
nd the Indian shoe, this likeness doth come in, One made a mock oa virtue, and one a moccasin! Laughter and applause were, in mid-roar, cut by Randolph's voice calling: Corollaryfirst: If Daddy Longlegs stole the Indian's shoe to keep his foot warm, that was no excuse for him to steal his house, to keep his wigwam. And again he broke down-only to renew — the chorus with : Corollary second: Because the Indian's shoe did not fit ary Mohawk, was no reason that it wouldn't fit Narragansett! Such, in brief retrospect was the Mosaic Club! Such in part the fun and fancy and frolic that filled those winter nights in Richmond, when sleet and mud made movements of armies, Heaven bless us! A thing of naught! The old colonel — that staff veteran, so often quoted in these pages --was a rare, if unconscious humorist. Gourmet born, connoisseur by instinct and clubman by life habit, the colonel writhed in spirit under discomfort and camp fare, even while he bore both heroica
Mohawk (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 34
edness, according to the story. Between him and the Indian shoe, this likeness doth come in, One made a mock oa virtue, and one a moccasin! Laughter and applause were, in mid-roar, cut by Randolph's voice calling: Corollaryfirst: If Daddy Longlegs stole the Indian's shoe to keep his foot warm, that was no excuse for him to steal his house, to keep his wigwam. And again he broke down-only to renew — the chorus with : Corollary second: Because the Indian's shoe did not fit ary Mohawk, was no reason that it wouldn't fit Narragansett! Such, in brief retrospect was the Mosaic Club! Such in part the fun and fancy and frolic that filled those winter nights in Richmond, when sleet and mud made movements of armies, Heaven bless us! A thing of naught! The old colonel — that staff veteran, so often quoted in these pages --was a rare, if unconscious humorist. Gourmet born, connoisseur by instinct and clubman by life habit, the colonel writhed in spirit under discomfort
Chickamauga (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 34
of Innes Randolph, of Stuart's Engineer staff; later to win national fame by his Good old Rebel song. Squib, picture and poem filled Randolph's letters, as brilliant flashes did his conversation. On Mr. Davis proclaiming Thanksgiving Day, after the unfortunate Tennessee campaign, Randolph versified the proclamation, section by section, as sample: For Bragg did well. Ah! who could tell What merely human mind could augur, That they would run from Lookout Mount, Who fought so well at Chickamauga! Round many a smoky camp-fire were sung clever songs, whose humor died with their gallant singers, for want of recording memories in those busy days. Latham, Caskie and Page McCarty sent out some of the best of the skits; a few verses of one by the latter's floating to mind, from the snowbound camp on the Potomac, stamped by his vein of rollicking satire-with-a-tear in it: Manassas' field ran red with gore, With blood the Bull Run ran; The freeman struck for hearth and home, Or
Sheba (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 34
the lately disenthralled. Reck'n I is, sho‘ nuff. But does yo‘ say dat Ise good as missus?--my missus? Certainly you are! This with asperity. Den Ise jess gwine out yere, rite off! cried Clarissa Sophia, suiting action to word-Ef Ise good as my missus, I'se goin‘ ter quit; fur I jess know she ent ‘soshiatin‘ wid no sich wite trash like you is! And so — under all skies and among all colors — the war dragged its weary length out; amid sufferings and sacrifices, which may never be recorded; and which were still illumined by the flashes of unquenchable humor-God's tonic for the heart! Had every camp contained its Froissart-had every social circle held its Boswell-what a record would there be, for reading by generations yet unborn! But-when finished, as this cramped and quite unworthy chronicle of random recollections is-then might the reader still quote justly her of Sheba, exclaiming: And behold! the one-half of the greatness of thy wisdom was
Fort Delaware (Delaware, United States) (search for this): chapter 34
the gloom and sorrow which shadowed the dark days of storm and stress, while none of the excitement and tension in them remains — it may seem incomprehensible that the South could laugh in song, while she suffered and fought and starved. Stranger still must it be to know that many a merry peal rang through the barred windows of the fortressprisons of the North. Yet, many a one of the exchanged captives brought back a rollicking prison glee; and some sing, even to-day, the legend of Fort Delaware, del. The Prison Wails of Thomas F. Roche, a Marylander long captive, is a close and clever parody on General Lytell's I am dying, Egypt, which came through the lines and won warm admirers South. It describes prison discipline, diet and dirt, with keen point and broad grin. From its opening lines: I am busted, mother-busted.! Gone th' last unhappy check; And th' infernal sutlers' prices Make my pocket-book a wreck!-- to the human, piteous plaint that ends it: Ah! Once more, am
Atlanta (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 34
sisted on O'Hara tying the knot. Finally, he consented to try;, the couple stood before him; the responses as to obedience and endowment were made; and there O'Hara stuck fast! Go on! prompted the general-The benediction. The A. A. G. paused, stammered; then, raising his hand grandly, shouted in stentorian tones: In the name and by the authority of the Confederate States of North America, I proclaim you man and wife! A grim joke is handed down from the winter camps before Atlanta, when rations were not only worst but least. A knot round a messfire examined ruefully the tiny bits of moldy bacon, stuck on their bayonet-grills, when one hard old veteran remarked: Say, boys! Didn't them fellers wot died las' spring jest git th‘ commissary, though! Another, not very nice, still points equally the dire straits of the men, from unchanged clothing, and their grim humor under even that trial. Generals Lee and Ewell-riding through a quiet road in deep consultati
West Virginia (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 34
s in Richmond, when sleet and mud made movements of armies, Heaven bless us! A thing of naught! The old colonel — that staff veteran, so often quoted in these pages --was a rare, if unconscious humorist. Gourmet born, connoisseur by instinct and clubman by life habit, the colonel writhed in spirit under discomfort and camp fare, even while he bore both heroically in the flesh; his two hundred and sixty pounds of it! Once, Styles Staple and Will Wyatt met him, inspecting troops in a West Virginia town; and they received a long lecture, à la Brillat Savarin, on enormities of the kitchen. And these people have fine wines, too, sadly wound up the colonel. Marvelous wines, egad! But they don't know how to let you enjoy them! 'Tis a hard case, sympathized Styles, I do hear sometimes of a fellow getting a stray tea, but as for a dinner! It's no use, colonel; these people either don't dine themselves, or they imagine we don't. Did it ever strike you, said the colonel, waxi
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 34
after the drawing for forfeits, came the results of the last lottery of brain; interspersed with music by the best performers and singers of the city; with jest and seriously-brilliant talk, until the wee sma‘ hours, indeed. O! those nights ambrosial, if not of Ambrose's, which dashed the somber picture of war round Richmond, with high-lights boldly put in by master-hands! Of them were quaint George Bagby, Virginia's pet humorist; gallant, cultured Willie Meyers; original Trav Daniel; Washington, artist, poet and musician; Page McCarty, recklessly brilliant in field and frolic alike; Ham Chamberlayne, quaint, cultivated and colossal in originality; Key, Elder and other artists; genial, jovial Jim Pegram; Harry Stanton, Kentucky's soldier poetand a score of others who won fame, even if some of them lost life --on far different fields. There rare Ran Tucker-later famed in Congress and law school-told inimitably the story of The time the stars fell, or sang the unprecedented ballad
Kentucky (Kentucky, United States) (search for this): chapter 34
nights ambrosial, if not of Ambrose's, which dashed the somber picture of war round Richmond, with high-lights boldly put in by master-hands! Of them were quaint George Bagby, Virginia's pet humorist; gallant, cultured Willie Meyers; original Trav Daniel; Washington, artist, poet and musician; Page McCarty, recklessly brilliant in field and frolic alike; Ham Chamberlayne, quaint, cultivated and colossal in originality; Key, Elder and other artists; genial, jovial Jim Pegram; Harry Stanton, Kentucky's soldier poetand a score of others who won fame, even if some of them lost life --on far different fields. There rare Ran Tucker-later famed in Congress and law school-told inimitably the story of The time the stars fell, or sang the unprecedented ballad of The noble Skewball, in his own unprecedented fashion! It was at the Mosaic that Innes Randolph first sang his now famous Good old Rebel song; and there his marvelous quickness was Aaron's rod to swallow all the rest. As example, o
Virginia (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 34
au canon, Beau soldat-Beauregard! Promptly came another, and most distorted version; its peculiar refrain enfolding: Beau Brummel, Beau Fielding, Beau Hickman-Beauregard! As it is not of record that the commander of the Army of Northern Virginia ever discovered the junior laureate, the writer will not essay to do so. Colonel Tom August, of the First Virginia, was the Charles Lamb of Confederate war-wits; genial, quick and ever gay. Early in secession days, a bombastic friend apously-brilliant talk, until the wee sma‘ hours, indeed. O! those nights ambrosial, if not of Ambrose's, which dashed the somber picture of war round Richmond, with high-lights boldly put in by master-hands! Of them were quaint George Bagby, Virginia's pet humorist; gallant, cultured Willie Meyers; original Trav Daniel; Washington, artist, poet and musician; Page McCarty, recklessly brilliant in field and frolic alike; Ham Chamberlayne, quaint, cultivated and colossal in originality; Key, El
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