then employed, some one who was not a “Lincolnite” would exclaim, in an angry tone; “I hope you fellows are satisfied now. I don't blame the South
They have been driven to desperation by such lunatics as Garrison
, and these men ought to be hung for it.” ... “If there is a war, I hope you and every other Black Republican will be made to go and fight for the niggers all you want to.” . . . “You like the niggers so well you'll marry one of them yet.” .. .And, “I want to see those hot-headed Abolitionists put into the front rank, and shot first.”
These are mild quotations from the daily conversations, had not only where I was employed, but in every other shop and factory in the North
Such wordy contests were by no means one-sided affairs; for the assailed, while not anxious for war, were not afraid of it, and were amply supplied with arguments with which they answered and enraged their antagonists; and if they did not always silence them, they
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drove them into making just such ridiculous remarks as the foregoing.
If I were asked who these men were, I should not call them by name.
They were my neighbors and my friends, but they are changed men to-day.
There is not one of them who, in the light of later experiences, is not heartily ashamed of his attitude at that time.
Many of them afterwards went to the field, and, sad to say, are there yet. But this was the period of the most intemperate and abusive language.
Those who sympathized with the South
were, some months later, called Copperheads.
and his party were reviled by these men without any restraint except such as personal shame and self-respect