Virginians do not begin to appreciate the fact that we are at war. If so, a thousand carcasses of the enemy would by this time have told the tale. We have been preaching about guerillas. Where are they? On paper. Jackson, the brother of the Alexandria martyr, is the only one of whom we have a bloody record. He is doing his duty like a man. Some nineteen are said to have already fallen under his rifle, and not a night passes that he is not skirting among the bushes, and picking off the outposts of the enemy. Had every man done as well, Virginia soil would not be traversed with the boldness and impunity which characterizes its present invaders. When one can inspire terror, what may not a hundred or a thousand do. If there are guerillas, let them be no longer a myth. Go to work. Let bullets take the place of words.
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