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Thomas C. DeLeon, Four years in Rebel capitals: an inside view of life in the southern confederacy, from birth to death., Chapter 13: the leaders and the led. (search)
description; but the men were. Over cigars, the conversation turned upon the organization of the army; and, accustomed as I was to seeing the best men in the ranks, the way these young bloods talked rather astounded me. Private in Co. F, answered John C. to my query-he represented one of the finest estates on the river-You've heard of F, of course. We hang by the old company. Wyatt has just refused a captaincy of engineers to stick as third corporal. Neat that, in John, put in Wyatt, when he was offered the majority of a regiment of cavalry and refused it to stay in. And why not? said George H. shortly. Pass the Madeira, Will. I would'nt give my place in F for the best majority going. As far as that goes it's a mere matter of taste, I know. But the fact is, if we of the old organizations dodge our duty now by hunting commissions, how can we hope that the people will come to time promptly? George H. had a quarter of a million to his credit, and was an only son-N
Thomas C. DeLeon, Four years in Rebel capitals: an inside view of life in the southern confederacy, from birth to death., Chapter 33: wit and humor of the war. (search)
man with a plentiful larder and a passable cook, but then, egad, sir! he's an oasis. The mass of the people South don't live, sir! they vegetate-vegetate and nothing else. You get watery soups. Then they offer you mellow madeira with some hot, beastly joint; and oily old sherry with some confounded stew. Splendid materials-materials that the hand of an artist would make luscious-egad, sir; luscious-utterly ruined in the handling. It's too bad, Styles, too bad! It is, indeed, put in Wyatt, falling into the colonel's vein, too Dad! And as for steaks, why, sir, there is not a steak is this whole country. They stew them, colonel, actually stew beefsteaks! Listen to the receipt a notable housewife gave me: Put a juicy steak, cut two inches thick, in a saucepan; cover it well with water; put in a large lump of lard and two sliced onions. Let it simmer till the water dries; add a small lump of butter and a dash of pepper --and it's done! Think of that, sir, for a bonne bouche!