Chapter 7: banditti
The camp is pitched, the sword is king!
If President Grant
will leave Sheridan
as free to act in Louisiana
, as he left him free to act in the Blue Ridge
valleys and the Peigan hunting-grounds, my dashing neighbour sees his way to square accounts with such opponents as Wiltz
“I know these people well,” he says, “having lived with them in other times, when they were wilder than they are to-day.
I have no doubt about my course.
The White League must be trodden down.
They are a bad lot: mere banditti, bent on mischief.
In New Orleans you see the best of them.
The men are pleasant fellows; even the White Leaguers
here are decent; but in the country districts-Bossier and St. Bernard
and Red River
-they are hell.”