marching upon their homes, and it was their duty to hurl them back at any cost!
Such were the private soldiers of the Confederacy
as I knew them.
Not for fame or for glory, not lured by ambition or goaded by necessity, but, in simple obedience to duty as they understood it, these men suffered all, sacrificed all, dared all—and died!
I would like to add a statement which doubtless will appear paradoxical, but which my knowledge of those men, through many campaigns, and on many fields, and in many camps, gives me, I think, the right to make with confidence, viz.: the dissolution of the Union was not what the Southern soldier had chiefly at heart.
The establishment of the Southern Confederacy was not, in his mind, the supreme issue of the conflict.
Both the one and the other were secondary to the preservation of the sacred right of selfgovern-ment.
They were means to the end, not the end itself
I place these statements here in this explicit manner because I believe they must be well considered by the student of the war, in advance of all questions of strategy, or tactics, or political policy, or racial characteristics, as explanatory of what the Confederate armies achieved in the campaigns and battles of the titanic struggle.
The spirit—the motives—the aims—of the Southern
soldier constituted the moral lever that, more than anything else, controlled his actions and accounted for his achievements.
A conspicuous feature of this Southern army is its Americanism.
Go from Camp to camp, among the infantry, the cavalry, the artillery, and you are impressed with the fact that these men are, with very few exceptions, Americans
Here and there you will encounter one or two Irishmen.
tells a story of a most amusing encounter between two gigantic Irishmen at the battle of Gettysburg
—the one a Federal Irishman, a prisoner, and the other a Rebel Irishman, private in the Ninth Louisiana—a duel with fists in the midst