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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore) 2 0 Browse Search
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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 196 (search)
stomed to the most primitive and unsocial conditions of life. The whole civilized world has an interest in this war. It is a war which the people of the Northern States, conservative by the nature of their industrial and political habits, could not longer put off; and it is a war which under perhaps other names many a nation of Europe will have to take up in its turn. It is with them (the United States) as with us: the feudalism of the middle ages is arrayed in arms against the citizenship of the nineteenth century; an exploded theory of society is lifting up its head against the triumphs of our thinking industrial and progressive century; the poverty-struck Don Quixotes of the Southern plantations gave battle to the roaring windmills and smoking chimneys of the wealthy North. It is the supercilious noble in arms against the spirit of the century, in which the citizen is supreme. In such an issue we can wish success only to the constitutional Government.--Cologne Gazette, May 5.
The Daily Dispatch: April 29, 1862., [Electronic resource], From the West. (search)
with their bowie-knives, and sleep on the butts of their guns. Some have rifles which have come down to them as heir-looms from an untainted ancestry, and are historic with the bloody records of "bar" fights and wild cat adventures, thousands have nothing but the ordinary shot gun, but all, more or less, go armed with the inevitable knife and revolver. Many ride poor Rosinantes of beasts, sometimes a horse, but as frequently a mule, and thus equipped, go forth, looking like dilapidated Don Quixotes, but acting like very devils when they smell blood. Fear is no part of their composition, and the thickest of the fray is sure to find them in it, dealing death and destruction with an impartial hand. It is obviously impossible to describe all this peculiar olla podrida of humanity; but if you will imagine an army, every man's dress in which, except that of the officers, is different, betokening more or less in its general characteristics the State from which he is — in other words,