The African in the War.
--Two items of intelligence have recently appeared in which the individual facetiously called by our jolly neighbors of the North
‘"contraband,"’ figured largely, and in a manner incompatible with the Yankee
ideas of the duty and inclination of that individual.
A letter from a Yankee invader of the Peninsula
describes the unfortunate expedition of a detachment of Gen. Wool
's command in the ill-fated rout of Bethel
Among the direful incidents of the expedition was the encountering of a regiment of blacks, who ‘"actually attacked, fired on, and wounded, the 20th Germans."’ The writer says he had heard of negro regiments at Manassas
, at Memphis
, and New Orleans, ‘"but did not believe it until it came so near home,"’ and their men were attacked by the contraband!
Of course, all that this Yankee says about a negro regiment is false; but his statement will be startling to the Northern
fanatics who have waged this war for the negro.
They will consider him an ingrate and a base being after all !
It so happens, however, as we are enabled to state on the authority of an eye witness, that, in the particular fight referred to, there was one negro, and only one, in the Southern
ranks, and hence the story that there was a regiment!
Well, this is moderate, considering that Yankee accounts have generally no foundations at all. The loyal African
referred to was a good shot, and as he ‘"drew a bead"’ on his gun not less than thirty times, it is probable that he abolished at least that number of Yankees, and that they might have reasonably imagined that a whole negro regiment was firing into them.
We have no doubt that everything about the Yankees
looked very black just at that time.
There is another pleasant bit of news to the Yankees
Two men enlisted in a Canada regiment (the 100th) at Toronto
, and after making drawings of the fortifications there attempted to escape to Rochester, New York
They were immediately pursued by a negro, who had watched them, and a white man in a boat.
Being overhauled, they refused to submit, and the negro fired on them with a gun loaded with buckshot, wounding both badly, after which they were
reports are not at all likely to cause respect for the negro among the who already more of the sable they know what to do with.
They had worshipped the negro until one would suppose they would almost esteem it a luxury to be beaten by him — that a flagellation inflicted by his adorable hands would by no means interrupt their love, their devout intercession for his beatification.
But our Yankee soldier says ‘"It is time that this thing was understood!"’ And we suppose the negro thinks so, too. He has no idea of being transferred from good homes and abundance to be placed under Yankee taskmasters, on half rations; and after a term of servitude in this way to those worst of masters, to be colonized in some Utopia, where he will have neither bread, nor meat, nor home, nor anything to make life happy, and where a speedy death would be the most welcome event.