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The Daily Dispatch: August 14, 1862., [Electronic resource], Further from the North. (search)
hours. He bore his sufferings heroically, and to the last manifested an undaunted spirit. His last words were, "Tell Aleck (alluding to his brother, Gen. Alexander McDowell McCook) and the rest that I have tried to live like a man, and do my duty." When the news of the murder became known among the camps the excitement was intense. The 9th Ohio, McCook's own regiment, on learning of the assassination, marched back to the scene of the occurrence, burned every house in the neighborhood and laid waste the lands. Several men who were implicated in the murder were taken out and hung to trees by the infuriated soldiery. The guerrilla feeling througthe excitement is increasing in the city, and the streets are alive with the populace. Amazement and revenge are pictured upon every countenance. The death of Gen. McCook will be remembered here, and a terrible retribution will fail upon his assassins. Gov. Johnson and other prominent Union men have called to view the remain
The Daily Dispatch: August 14, 1862., [Electronic resource], Burnside's force. (search)
More butcheries. Everywhere, from all directions where the Yankees have possession of Southern territory, we hear of the hanging and shooting of our citizens and soldiers by the diabolical enemy. The last batch of horrors is that which followed the death of that brutal and bloody tyrant McCook, who has been happily sent to his last reckoning by the hands of a patricide guerrilla. The butcheries of Southern citizens which followed were just what might be expected from wretches who are permitted to perpetrate such deeds as the hanging of Mumford with impunity. What is to be the end of these sterilities it is not difficult to foresee. A war of extermination looms up before us in all its horrors — a war the whole responsibility of which rests upon the most malignant and murderous race, unless the French Revolutionists of the Robespiercan school, that the world has ever seen.
The Daily Dispatch: August 14, 1862., [Electronic resource], Civilian prisoners at the Rip-Raps. (search)
The difference. The Yankee, McCook, who was lately killed in Tennessee, was one of the coarsest ruffians (not excepting the bandit Pope) in the whole Federal army. He is the same man who, on one occasion, said to a venerable clergyman of Nashville, "Your people shall submit, sir, or they shall all be exterminated. I am your master, and you are my slave." The butcheries which the Yankees have committed in trying to avenge the death of this miscreant present a suggestive contrast to the conduct of our own people, when Gen. Caswell, one of our most valuable officers, and estimable gentlemen, was lastly assassinated in Tennessee. There was no excitement, no cries for vengeance, no innocent people hung or shot, no retaliation of any kind that we have yet heard of. Such is the difference between the two people.