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Negro recruiting in Kentucky.--Going to try soldiering, are you?
I inquired of an intelligent contraband whom I met in the road, hurrying on to the rendezvous.
Yes, boss, I thought I'd go ‘long with the rest of the boys.
Why did you leave k off for the rendezvous, expressing a determination to see it through.
I asked another recruit if all the negroes in Kentucky were going soldiering.
Pretty much all of 'em that are able, sah, was the reply.
There ain't none left in our neighbor
People who don't own slaves, and are subject to the draft, appear to be delighted with the movement.
No more draft in Kentucky!
is the gratified exclamation with which they accompany the rubbing of their hands.
Slave owners are generally sullen, on the old farm.
I'd a sight rather a nigger would be killed than me, any how, and I wouldn't care if every nigger in. Kentucky, male and female, would go.
And he gave a gratified snort of self-approval, a look out of the stage window at a passing
n and sister Ruby both said I shouldn't go; But, I ax'd 'em both, and Susan, to think of me in dreams, For, I'se bound to go to Richmun, old Richmun.
on the Jeems! You know, through tribulation, we marched on, night and day, Through woods, and mud, and dusty roads, and fighting in the fray; By smoke-houses and chicken coops, and where the biler steems, Which cooked our hard-earned rations tow'rd Richmun on the Jeems. And, now we're going homeward — me and the other scamp, Yet, far from old Kentucky, we are obleeged to tramp; And him who's out of postage stamps, there's nobody esteems, E'en though he's been in Richmun, and seed the river Jeems! To hell with old Phiginny, and all her sacred sile! She's made a heap of trouble, and kept it up a while; And if she's helped herself right much, 'tis like to them sunbeams The niggers squeeze from cucumbers, in Richmun on the Jeems! --And then his boon companion convulsively turned o'er, And, grunting an affirmative, straightway began to snore,