The Mobile Advertiser
speaks of the Northern volunteers as, “men who prefer enlisting to starvation; scurvy fellows from the back slums of cities, whom Falstaff
would not have marched through
with; but these recruits are not soldiers — least of all the soldiers to meet the hot-blooded, thoroughbred, impetuous men of the South
Trencher soldiers, who enlisted to war upon their rations, not on men; they are such as marched through Baltimore
, squalid, wretched, ragged, and half-naked, as the newspapers of that city report them.
Fellows who do not know the breech of a musket from its muzzle, and had rather filch a handkerchief than fight an enemy in manly combat.
Whiteslaves, peddling wretches, small-change knaves, and vagrants, the dregs and offscourings of the populace; these are the levied ‘forces’ whom Lincoln
suddenly arrays as candidates for the honor of being slaughtered by gentlemen — such as Mobile
sent to battle.
Let them come South, and we will put our negroes to the dirty work of killing them.
But they will not come South.
Not a wretch of them will live on this side of the border, longer than it will take us to reach the ground and drive them off.”