hundred and seventy-five.
But I said I could not go into particulars.
All the general officers and many besides have valuables of every description, down to ladies' pocket-handkerchiefs.
I have my share of them, too.
We took gold and silver enough from the d——d Rebels to have redeemed their infernal currency twice over.
This (the currency) whenever we came across it we burned it, as we considered it utterly worthless.
I wish all the jewelry this army has could be carried to the Old Bay State.
It would deck her out in glorious style; but, alas!
it will be scattered all over the North and Middle States.
The damned niggers, as a general thing, preferred to stay at home—particularly after they found out that we wanted only the able-bodied men, and, to tell the truth, the youngest and best looking women.
Sometimes we took them off, by way of repaying influential secessionists.
But the useless part of these we soon managed to lose—sometimes in crossing rivers—sometimes
, could afterwards have found its way to the streets of Columbia.
It so happens, also, that no officer named Thomas J. Myers—the name purporting to be signed to the document you have reprinted— belonged to General Sherman's army.
The records show that, throughout the war, there was but one officer in the military service of the United States with that name, and he was not in Sherman's army, and did not—as is implied in the direction, Boston, Mass., and the reference in the letter to the Old Bay State—belong to any Massachusetts regiment.
Alas, cries the weeping Thomas, it (the captured jewelry) will be scattered all over the North and Middle States.
It so happens, also, that of the ninety regiments of Sherman's army which might have passed on the march near Camden, South Carolina, but a single one—a New Jersey regiment—was from the Middle States.
All the rest were from the West—never called the North, in the local idiom of Western people.
A letter from the only Thomas J