Blue, and all blue.
Many men have made themselves ridiculous during the progress of this war. Some would have been ridiculous, no doubt, if the war had not occurred.
But the
Yankee's little
General Rosecrans to the person who has taken advantage to the largest extent of a tendency to the ludicrous naturally very great.
Rosecrans is distressed to see the succession soldiers dressed up in the spells of the
Yankees.
If this thing continues, blue will become the universal color.
Yankee affairs begin to look blue already.
And yet how is it to be prevented?
Our troops cannot make the
Yankees fight whether they will or not. If it is a common thing with them, having under escort large stores of blue clothing, to break and run at the first track of the rifle, how are the ton troops to be blamed?--They did not make towards of them.
This universal uniform has now pervaded the the the the whole country.
Cut off from manufacturing for ourselves, or obtaining supplies from abroad, we have torn the clothing which makes us comfortable from the very clutches of the enemy coming to spoil us. He has been spoiled in his turn, and now a Dutch General tells us that we shall be shot if we take advantage of the only resource left to us for procuring cloth for ourselves.
And yet, no doubt, it is a very humiliating and a very stinging reflection to all Yankeedom.
They have precipitated upon us a million and a half of men, and the only result has been to clothe our entire population in the
Yankee colors.
Can there be a stronger proof of the certainly and regularity with which we have beaten them!
Can there be stronger proof of the superiority of our troops throughout this war!
There can be be none, and it is this that makes
Rosecrans grit his teeth.--Every suit of blue found within the
Confederacy is proof that some disaster has been inflected on some of the
Yankees.
He wants no such trouble-some memorial.
Hence he will hang any Confederate who has on a blue suit of clothes.
