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Wyatt (search for this): chapter 14
, whom we may callas he would say for euphony --Will Wyatt; the most perfect specimen of the genus man-about-toe omniscient Styles were fast friends, and a card to Wyatt, signed Fondly thine own, S. S., had done the busine all nobby now--À diner! The dinner and music at Wyatt's were not warlike-and particularly was the wine notheard of F, of course. We hang by the old company. Wyatt has just refused a captaincy of engineers to stick aer service? Peut-être for the present, responded Wyatt-Don't misunderstand us; we're not riding at windmilletermined to enforce obedience. God forbid! and Wyatt spoke more solemnly than I ever heard him before. Bt here after the war, and drink to the New Nation in Wyatt's sherry! said Lieutenant Y. It's better than the w Not a pleasant summer jaunt we're to have, old man, Wyatt said when he bade me good-bye. I've been to that coe glass that Nature hourly holds up to his view. Wyatt was right when he said there was nothing doing socia
Wyatt (search for this): chapter 19
ck for a short holiday; almost every one bringing his laurels and his commission. My friend, Wyatt, had kept his laughing promise, and showed me a captain's bars. General Breckinridge had found old man! was his comment--Virtue must be rewarded-merit, like water, will find its level. Captain Wyatt, A. A. G.-demnition neat, eh? Now, I'll be here a month, and we must do something in the s used — up man, like you — not Paris nor yet Washington, but they'll show you our people. And Wyatt was right. The people of Richmond had at first held up their hands in holy horror at the mere mGradually these influences worked — the younger and gayer people indulged in the danceable teas, Wyatt spoke of, after their sewingcircles. Imperceptibly the sewing was left for other times; and by ial welcome and most whole-souled hospitality. Stupid party last night-too full, criticised Wyatt, as he lounged in my room one morning. You seemed bored, old man, though I saw you with Nell H.<
Wyatt (search for this): chapter 28
nswer, egad, sir! 'twill go up like a rocket! Up, sir! egad! clean out of sight! I candidly answered that I could not see the end of the inflation. I do, Styles growled-Repudiation! Well, that's no end of a nobby thing! cried Will Wyatt, who was always bored about anything more serious than the last book, or charging a battery. Cheerful that, for a fellow's little pile to go up like a rocket, and he not even to get the stick. He can have the smoke, however, answered Styles md under the pinched and pallid features of starvation, tottered to me one day to beg work. It is life or death for me and four young children, she said. We have eaten nothing to-day; and all last week we lived on three pints of rice! Will Wyatt, who was near, made a generous offer of relief. Tears sprang into the woman's eyes as she answered, You mean kindness, major; but I have never asked charity yet. My husband is at the front; and I only ask a right — to be allowed to work for my c
Wyatt (search for this): chapter 34
s single — that comprised the best intellects and prettiest accomplishments of the Capital. Many of the ladies were Will Wyatt's easy goers; ever tolerant, genial and genuine at the symposia of the Mosaics, as they showed behind their chevaux-de-frgood fortune happened to provide better material for the delighting muffin-match, or the entrancing waffle-worry, as Will Wyatt described those festal procedures — the intimates who chanced in town were bidden; or, hearing of it, came to the feast oe, even while he bore both heroically in the flesh; his two hundred and sixty pounds of it! Once, Styles Staple and Will Wyatt met him, inspecting troops in a West Virginia town; and they received a long lecture, à la Brillat Savarin, on enormities I have seen those things, but I never knew how they were done! I shall dream of this, egad! for weeks. Fact, sir, Wyatt added, and I've a theory that no nation deserves its liberties that stews its steaks. Can't gain them, sir! How can men
Xerxes (search for this): chapter 15
d by them as a serious and determined attempt upon the new Capital. Every fresh mail, through the blockade, brought more and more astounding intelligence of these vast preparations. Every fresh cap that was exploded, every new flag that was broidered, was duly chronicled by the rabid press. The editors of the North seemed to have gone military mad; and when they did not dictate plans of battles, lecture their government and bully its generals, they told wondrous stories of an army that Xerxes might have gaped to see. All the newspaper bombast could easily be sifted, however; and private letters from reliable sources of intelligence over the Potomac all agreed as to the vast scale and perfection of arrangement of the onward movement. The public pulse in the South had settled again to a steady and regular beat; but it visibly quickened as the time of trial approached. And that time could not be long delayed! The army of Virginia was in great spirits. Each change of po
Yancey (search for this): chapter 32
oyal fleece for the luxuries, no less than the necessaries, of life. When the three first commissioners to Europe-Messrs. Yancey, Rost and Mann-sailed from New Orleans, on March 31, 1861, their mission was hailed as harbinger to speedy fruition oraduallyas recognition did not come-first wonder, then doubt, and finally despair took the place of certainty. When Mr. Yancey came back, in disgust, and made his plain statement of the true state of foreign sentiment, he carried public opinion thanged to simple certainty. Edwin DeLeon had been sent by Mr. Davis on a special mission to London and Paris, after Mr. Yancey's return; his action to be independent of the regularly established futility. In August, 1863, full despatches from hian landscape, except through the Claude Lorrain glass which Mr. Slidell persistently held up before him. The expose of Mr. Yancey, the few sturdy truths Mr. Mason later told; and the detailed resume sent by Mr. DeLeon and printed in the North-all th
Yank (search for this): chapter 21
ness that could be felt brooded over the land. But as yet this feeling had not begun in any way to react upon the army. The hardy soldiers had enough to do to keep them busy; and besides had laid up a stock of glorious reminiscences, upon which to fall back when bad news reached them. Only the bare facts of these rapid and — terrible blows reached the camps; and stubborn, hard-fisted Johnny Reb, looked upon them smilingly as reverses to be made up to-morrow, or the next time he caught Mr. Yank. To the Louisiana soldiers, the news of the fall of their beautiful city had a far deeper and more bitter import. Some of the business men of New Orleans, who remained in the city, yielded to the promptings of interest and fell to worshipping the brazen calf, the Washington high priest had set up for them. Some refused to degrade themselves and remained to be taught that might is right; and that handcuffs are for the conquered. Others collected what little they could and fled to Euro
Yanks (search for this): chapter 11
Warned by their officers, they laughed; begged by the conductors, they swore. Suddenly there was a jolt, the headway of the cars jammed them together, and three red-legged gentlemen were mashed between them-flat as Ravel in the pantomime. And I'm jest a-thinkin‘, was his peroration, ef this yere reegement don't stop a-fightin‘ together, being shot by the Georgians and beat by their officers — not to mention a jammin‘ up on railroadsthey're gwine to do darned leetle sarvice a-fightin‘ of Yanks! After this period the agent talked, first to himself and then to the black bottle; while I, seated on a box of cartridges, lit my pipe and went into a reverie as to the treatment the surgeons would use in the pneumonia sure to result from the leaks in the car. In the midst of an active course of turpentine and stimulants, I was brought to myself by a jolt and dead halt in mid-road. The engine had blown off a nut, and here we were, dead lame, six miles from a station and no chance
Yanks (search for this): chapter 17
st feature was the effect of the victory upon the tone of the people at large. The very tongues that had wagged most impatiently at the first delay — that had set in motion the wild stories by which to account for it-had been the first to become blatant that the North was conquered. The minutest details of the fight were carried over the land, repeated at country courts and amplified at bar-room assemblages, until the common slang was everywhere heard that one Southron was equal to a dozen Yanks. Instead of using the time, so strangely given by the Government, in making earnest and steady strides toward increasing the army, improving its morale and adding to its supplies, the masses of the country were upon a rampage of boastfulness, and the notes of an inflated triumph rang from the Potomac to the Gulf. In this regard the effect of the victory was most injurious; and had it not been for the crushing results — from a strategic point of view — that would have followed it, partia<
Yanks (search for this): chapter 34
epigrams and anecdotes unnumbered; most of them wholly forgotten, with only a few remembered from local color, or peculiar point. General Zeb Vance's apostrophe to the buck-rabbit, flying by him from heavy rifle fire: Go it,--cotton-tail! If I hadn't a reputation, I'd be with you! --was a favorite theme for variations. Similarly modified to fit, was the protest of the western recruit, ordered on picket at Munson's Hill: Go yander ter keep ‘un off! Wy, we'uns kem hyah ter fight th' Yanks; an‘ ef you'uns skeer ‘un off, how'n thunder ez thar goan ter be a scrimmidge, no how? A different story-showing quick resource, wnere resources were lacking — is told of gallant Theodore O'Hara, who left the noblest poem of almost any war, The bivouac of the dead. While he was adjutant-general, a country couple sidled shyly up to headquarters of his division, one day; the lady blushingly stating their business. It was the most important one of life: they wanted to marry. So, a counc
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