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Abbeville (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 34
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!
Richmond (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 34
nd farm. Swallowing the obnoxious allegiance, he turned to the Federal officer and quietly asked: Wail, an' now I reck'n I'm loyil, ain't I? Oh, yes! You're all right, carelessly replied the captor. An‘ ef I'm loyil, I'm same as you 'uns? persisted the lately sworn. We're all good Union alike, eh? Oh, yes, the officer humored him. I We're all one now. Wail then, rejoined Johnny Reb slowly, didn't them darned rebs jest geen us hell sometimes? City Point, on the James river, was the landing for transports with soldiers released from northern prisons, after parole. A bustling, self-important major of United States volunteers was at one time there, in charge. One day a most woe-begone, tattered and emaciated Johnnie sat swinging his shoeless feet from a barrel, awaiting his turn. It isn't far to Richmond, suddenly remarked the smart major, to nobody in particular. Reck'n et's neer onto three thousin‘ mile, drawled the Confed. weakly. Nonsense!
Latham (search for this): chapter 34
ant flashes did his conversation. On Mr. Davis proclaiming Thanksgiving Day, after the unfortunate Tennessee campaign, Randolph versified the proclamation, section by section, as sample: For Bragg did well. Ah! who could tell What merely human mind could augur, That they would run from Lookout Mount, Who fought so well at Chickamauga! Round many a smoky camp-fire were sung clever songs, whose humor died with their gallant singers, for want of recording memories in those busy days. Latham, Caskie and Page McCarty sent out some of the best of the skits; a few verses of one by the latter's floating to mind, from the snowbound camp on the Potomac, stamped by his vein of rollicking satire-with-a-tear in it: Manassas' field ran red with gore, With blood the Bull Run ran; The freeman struck for hearth and home, Or any other man! And Longstreet with his fierce brigade Stood in the red redan; He waved his saber o'er his head, Or any other man! Ah! few shall part where many mee
Zeb Vance (search for this): chapter 34
er, when the skies looked darkest and rumors of abandoning Richmond were wildly flying, Colonel August was limping up the street. A quidnunc hailed him: Well! The city is to be given up. They're moving the medical stores. Glad of it! called back Colonel Tom-We'll get rid of all this blue mass! From the various army camps floated out stories, 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, wne<
Lytell (search for this): chapter 34
them remains — it may seem incomprehensible that the South could laugh in song, while she suffered and fought and starved. Stranger still must it be to know that many a merry peal rang through the barred windows of the fortressprisons of the North. Yet, many a one of the exchanged captives brought back a rollicking prison glee; and some sing, even to-day, the legend of Fort Delaware, del. The Prison Wails of Thomas F. Roche, a Marylander long captive, is a close and clever parody on General Lytell's I am dying, Egypt, which came through the lines and won warm admirers South. It describes prison discipline, diet and dirt, with keen point and broad grin. From its opening lines: I am busted, mother-busted.! Gone th' last unhappy check; And th' infernal sutlers' prices Make my pocket-book a wreck!-- to the human, piteous plaint that ends it: Ah! Once more, among the lucky, Let thy hopeful buy and swell; Bankers and rich brokers aid thee! Shell! sweet mother mine, Oh! shel
Charles Lamb (search for this): chapter 34
Chapter 33: wit and humor of the war. Strange laughter the Confederate mother Goose travesty and satire the Charles Lamb of Richmond camp wit novel Marriage a Skirmisher prison humor even in Vicksburg! sad bill-of-fare northern Misconception Richmond society wit the Mosaic Club and its components Innes Randolph's Forfeit the Colonel's breakfast horror Post-surrender humor even the emancipated. If it be true that Sir Philip Sidney, burning with fever of his death-wound, reproved the soldier who brought him water in his helmet, that he wasted a casque-full on a dying man, then humor borrowed largely of heroism. Many a ragged rebel-worn with hunger and anxiety for the cause, or for those absent loved ones who suffered for it — was as gallant as Sidney in the fray; many a one bore his bitter trial with the same gay heart. We have seen that the southron, war-worn, starving, could pour out his soul in noble song. Equally plain is it, that he rose in defi
George Bagby (search for this): chapter 34
specimen of this was the Confederate mother Goose; only catch verses of which appeared in the Southern literary Messenger, when under editorial charge of rare George Bagby. It was born of accident; several officers sitting over their pipes, around Bagby's editorial pine, scribbled in turn doggerel on some war subject. So good wBagby's editorial pine, scribbled in turn doggerel on some war subject. So good were a few of these hits that they astonished their unambitious authors, by appearance in the next issue of the magazine. As a record of war-humor, a few of them may be of interest at this late day. This one shows the great terror struck to the hearts of his enemies by the war-gong of General Pope: Little Be-Pope, he came at a hts ambrosial, if not of Ambrose's, which dashed the somber picture of war round Richmond, with high-lights boldly put in by master-hands! Of them were quaint George Bagby, Virginia's pet humorist; gallant, cultured Willie Meyers; original Trav Daniel; Washington, artist, poet and musician; Page McCarty, recklessly brilliant in f
Jim Pegram (search for this): chapter 34
urs, indeed. O! those nights ambrosial, if not of Ambrose's, which dashed the somber picture of war round Richmond, with high-lights boldly put in by master-hands! Of them were quaint George Bagby, Virginia's pet humorist; gallant, cultured Willie Meyers; original Trav Daniel; Washington, artist, poet and musician; Page McCarty, recklessly brilliant in field and frolic alike; Ham Chamberlayne, quaint, cultivated and colossal in originality; Key, Elder and other artists; genial, jovial Jim Pegram; Harry Stanton, Kentucky's soldier poetand a score of others who won fame, even if some of them lost life --on far different fields. There rare Ran Tucker-later famed in Congress and law school-told inimitably the story of The time the stars fell, or sang the unprecedented ballad of The noble Skewball, in his own unprecedented fashion! It was at the Mosaic that Innes Randolph first sang his now famous Good old Rebel song; and there his marvelous quickness was Aaron's rod to swallow al
Hotel Vicksburg (search for this): chapter 34
ulness of duty well performed! And when Vicksburg fell, a curious proof of this was found; a manuscript bill-of-fare, surmounted by rough sketch of a mule's head crossed by a human hand holding a Bowie-knife. That memorable menu reads: Hotel de Vicksburg, bill of fare, for July, 1863. Soup: Mule tail. Boiled Mule bacon, with poke greens; muleham, canvassed. Roast: Mule sirloin; mule rump, stuffed with rice; saddleof-mule, à l'armee. Vegetables: Boiled rice; rice, hard boiled;burg bottled up, $4. Meals at few hours. Gentlemen to wait upon themselves. Any inattention in service should be promptly reported at the office. Jeff Davis & Co., Proprietors. Card: The proprietors of the justly-celebrated Hotel de Vicksburg, having enlarged and refitted the same, are now prepared to accommodate all who may favor them with a call. Parties arriving by the river, or by Grant's inland route, will find Grape, Cannister & Co.'s carriages at the landing, or any depo
Innes Randolph (search for this): chapter 34
tion Richmond society wit the Mosaic Club and its components Innes Randolph's Forfeit the Colonel's breakfast horror Post-surrender humortroke the follies, or the foibles, of his own, than did that of Innes Randolph, of Stuart's Engineer staff; later to win national fame by his Good old Rebel song. Squib, picture and poem filled Randolph's letters, as brilliant flashes did his conversation. On Mr. Davis proclaiming Thanksgiving Day, after the unfortunate Tennessee campaign, Randolph versified the proclamation, section by section, as sample: For Bragg in his own unprecedented fashion! It was at the Mosaic that Innes Randolph first sang his now famous Good old Rebel song; and there his maing; and yet apparent posers for sensible rhyme. But they puzzled Randolph not a whit; and-waiving his grace until the subsequent meeting, hene a moccasin! Laughter and applause were, in mid-roar, cut by Randolph's voice calling: Corollaryfirst: If Daddy Longlegs stole the I
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