HOUSTON] TRI-WEEKLY TELEGRAPH, July 16, 1862, p. 1, c. 5
What Means Subjugation.
If any one has his doubts of the result of the subjugation of the South, let him read the following true copy of a letter, found upon the battlefield near Corinth, which was left behind by the author in his swift flight from the scene of conflict. Its contents serve to show the spirit by which the agrarian hordes of the North are actuated in countenancing and supporting this war upon us:
Hamburg, Tennessee, }
April 27th, 1862.}
My Dear Sue: I wrote to you a few days since. Fearing, however, that it has been miscarried or intercepted, I write again. We are at this place, and expect to move forward in a short time on Corinth, a distance of sixteen miles. We are expecting a hard contested battle, as we learn the rebels are in large force. Well, when that time comes up we will make the rebels feel the weight and power of our steel. I have seen many of the natives of this country. They present a woe-begone look. They look like they never had any advantages of an education. I noticed some of the women's dresses. You ought to be here to take one gaze at their huge appearance. Their hoops are made of grapevine and white oak splits. I feel sorry for the poor ignorant things. Well, we will teach them, in a few days, how to do without white oak and grapevine hoops. They are now the same as conquered, and one more blow and the country is ours. I have my eye on a fine situation, and how happy we will live when we get our Southern home. When we get possession of the land we can make the men raise cotton and corn, and the women can act in the capacity of domestic servants. The women are very ignorant—only a grade above the negro, and we can live like kings. My love to all the neighbors. Kiss all the children for me, and tell them pa will come back again. Adieu, my dearest Sue.
James Donley.
Mrs. Sue Donley, Mount Vernon, Illinois.
By the politeness of Mr. Allen.
DAILY TIMES [LEAVENWORTH, KS], June 22, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
A Printer's Story.—It was a pretty extensive 'breach of the peace, that battle at Shiloh,' (writes a Chicago printer, from his prison at Macon, Georgia.) "The roar of musketry, from six in the morning till night, sounded like an immense waterfall. No cessation, nor rest—continual and desperate fighting. Dead men lay literally in heaps. In some places where the wounded lay, the brush caught fire, and we could hear them scream as the flames reached them. I shudder when I think of it. Another remarkable feature of the battle was the number of dead negroes lying about in secesh uniform. Draw your own inference. I have seen negroes with guns in their hands, acting as sentries.
RICHMOND [VA] WHIG, January 6, 1864, p. 2, c. 2
"Punishment by Fire."—The New York Daily News under this head, editorializes on the burning of houses on the Mississippi river to punish the people for the firing on steamers by guerrillas, and closes by saying:
"Such worse than vandal acts, neither deter the guerrillas, nor do they strengthen the attachment to the Government. These roving bands have no property on the river to lose; and every house fired by Federal soldiers swells their ranks with bold and desperate men, filled with revenge against those who have burned their homes and turned their wives and little ones on the cold charity of the world, without a roof to cover them.
"If this war is to continue—if brother is to still meet brother, and father meet son in deadly strife, and in blood and carnage, with their attendant train of horrors, in heaven's name let us be spared the recital of any more of this Indian mode of warfare, against women and children, forced to leave their burning dwellings and their path lighted by a midnight conflagration of their own homes. Such warfare is beneath that of a civilized nation—is fitter for fiends than for men. The Mississippi, from Cairo down, is now almost a desert waste. Fire and sword have done their work. Those who took an active part in the rebellion left for the interior, and it was only those who still had confidence in President Lincoln's first message, and the declaration of Congress, in the passage by an almost unanimous vote of the Crittenden resolution, that remained, and they have since realized that Abolition promises are, as if written upon water—made but to be broken."
DAILY CONSTITUTIONALIST [AUGUSTA, GA], March 10, 1864, p. 1, c. 1
Outrages of the Yankees on Their Retreat.—The Dalton correspondent of the Atlanta Register, says the Yankee abolition heathens, maddened in their disappointment at being foiled in their march on Dalton, under Thomas (whose headquarters were at Ringgold) took summary vengeance on the helpless old men, women and children in their disgraceful retreat. These white vampires pillaged, burnt, destroyed and murdered on their return along both the Chattanooga and Cleveland roads. Mr. Ault’s mill and dwelling house were burnt on Mill Creek. Long’s tannery was destroyed. Judge Davis’ place on the Chattanooga road was completely ruined. Poor women with their children, were turned out from under their roofs at night, in the cold rain, and their dwellings fired. Old men were dragged from their homes and made to march with them at a hurried pace. At another house a poor woman died from the brutality committed by these demons. Indeed, I am credibly informed that every species of crime and wantonness was committed along both roads to Chattanooga and Cleveland.
Let our people understand that these are the means taken by those hireling barbarians to subjugate us. This is the fate that awaits us all if the whole Confederacy does not rise as one man, voluntarily, eagerly and willingly to drive back from our soil a race whose infamy and deep damnation no words can express
DAILY CONSTITUTIONALIST [AUGUSTA, GA], March 5, 1864, p. 1, c. 1
Brutalities of Grierson’s Thieves.—Among the forces of Grierson, which lately received such a signal defeat in North Mississippi, were a large number of Dutch and other foreign mercenaries whose outrages upon the unarmed citizens and defenseless women of the region through which they passed, is said to be without a parallel in the history of the war.
Everything of value that they could lay their hands on was either stolen or destroyed; jewelry was ruthlessly torn from the persons of ladies, amid the jeers and taunts of the savage vagabonds, and family relics of no value to any one, but the owners, were destroyed with a fiendish delight.
As an evidence of their brutality, we are informed that a Mr. Jarman, a highly respectable and gallant gentleman residing in the neighborhood of Aberdeen, was captured and shot by them. After he was dead, the fiends severed his head from his body, quartered him and left his remains hanging by the roadside.
Their excuse for the hellish act was that Mr. Jarman and a few others had fired on them in their passage through the country, and was, therefore a bushwhacker.
But they received their reward when they met Forrest.—Selma Mississippian
MEMPHIS DAILY APPEAL, [MEMPHIS, TN], February 6, 1862, p. 3, c. 4
Outrages in Virginia.
From the correspondence of the Richmond Enquirer we take the following recital of the outrages perpetuated by the Federal troops on the upper Potomac:
Hampshire County, January 24, 1862.
In passing over the road from Romney to this place to-day, I was shocked to see the signs of the inhuman outrages perpetrated by the enemy under Col. Dunning, of Ohio, just before their evacuation of Romney. The appearance of the country betokens an inroad of savages rather than of men claiming to be civilized. Everywhere is to be seen the most wanton destruction. The greater part of the houses between Romney and Hanging Rock are in ruins. The little village of Frenchburg, six miles from Romney, has been entirely consumed. Nothing is to be seen in the place of the once picturesque and pleasant village but a smouldering mass. Not a single house of any description has escaped the incendiary, and all along the road one sees house after house, barn after barn in ashes. At every turn dead hogs, cattle and horses, which have been wantonly shot, are to be found. When I came to the farm of Col. Blue, a sad scene of desolation presented itself. His dwelling, barn, stables, everything is in ruins, and on every side might be seen piles of dead hogs, cattle, and even dogs, upon which these gallant warriors had wreaked their vengeance. I saw twelve hogs in one pile. They seemed to have aimed to destroy every living thing. But one thing was yet lacking to fill up the measure of the infamy of Col. Dunning and his brave comrades, and this they added.
Near Col. Blue's lived a helpless poor old man, a shoemaker, whose humble dwelling these self-styled apostles of civilization and justice rudely entered, and then shot him dead. After this they dragged his body a few feet from the door, and set fire to the premises, leaving his corpse to be roasted and partially consumed by the flames. His crime was that he had sold shoes to the southern troops!
These are but few of the outrages which marked the occupation of Romney by the northern troops. Long and fearful would be the catalogue which would chronicle them all. In every direction the people have been robbed; their grain, horses and slaves taken, and this from Unionists. The villainies perpetrated in this county within the last few months by wretches laying claim to humanity, nay, even civilization, are almost incredible.
YANKEE GENOCIDE STILL HERE
SHERMAN: RACIST, TERRORIST, MONSTER
MORE northern Atrocities
"If they had behaved differently; if they had come against us observing strict discipline, protecting women and children, respecting private property and proclaiming as their only object the putting down of armed resistance to the Federal Government, we should have found it perhaps more difficult to prevail against them. But they could not help showing their cruelty and rapacity, they could not dissemble their true nature, which is the real cause of this war. If they had been capable of acting otherwise, they would not have been Yankees, and we should never have quarreled with them." ~ Judah P. Benjamin, Confederate Secretary of War
Without anger, we may one day merrily trod along to the ditch for our own extermination. ~ Hamp Dews
