The Daily Dispatch: December 12, 1863., [Electronic resource]

A retired Confederate beef Contractor in New York.

‘ Strange people are apt to turn up strangely in a great city. In Broadway, the other day, I met a gentleman — perhaps I should say a man — from the South, whom I had not seen for years. He was a Northern man, and was doing business in the South, at the commencement of the war, when he joined his fortune to the Southern Confederacy, (so called,) and soon became a rich man, as he had a contract for supplying two of the largest Confederate armies with beef. He turned most of his Confederate scrip into cotton, of which he ran out two cargoes, both of them arriving safely at their destination. He then deserted the Confederacy himself and "realized" on his cotton, and it was a "big thing." He is now here, living in fine style, and expecting to settle down and go into business in New York. It is to be supposed that he is now a thoroughly loyal man and ready to "support the Administration" with his purse and influence. If I should mention his name, it would be immediately recognized by hundreds of river men at the West.

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