more men slaughtered and homes made desolate than there were leaves on the trees in the forest around Big Bethel — not to be numbered.
But I am the hero of Fort Fisher, too. Well, Fort Fisher was not Fredericksburg; Fort Fisher was not Chancellorsville; Fort Fisher was not the Wilderness; Fort Fisher was not Cold Harbor.
A volunteer general commanded at Fort Fisher at each attack; one was without result, but no disaster; the last was a success — all honor to General Terry and his brave voit ran blood.
[Renewed applause.] I am, therefore, content, nay, I claim to be the hero of the comparatively bloodless attacks on Big Bethel and wholly bloodless failure of Fort Fisher; and I do not claim to be the hero of Fredericksburg of Chancellorsville, of the Chickahominy, of Fair Oaks, of the Wilderness, of Cold Harbor, nor of that charnel-house of useless dead in the mine before Petersburg.
I am prepared to take the issue; and hereafter, fellow-citizens, when you hear me to that little