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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 183 (search)
Pensacola, April 26.--Soldiers still arrive by every train. Three companies from Louisiana arrived to-day, also a hundred water soldiers (marines) from New Orleans. Gen. Bragg has now under his command about 8,000 troops — a larger number, I believe, than Gen. Scott commanded in the valley of Mexico. They are all in fine health, and anxious for the hour that decides the destiny of self and country. The crisis approaches nearer and nearer. Another day of soldier toil has added to the great preparation. The commander of Fort Pickens is unceasing in his military labors. Like Bragg's, his men work day and night. They have thrown up a battery out-side, but near the walls, of heavy guns, obtained from their ships, while on the ramparts they are piling bag upon bag of sand to protect their guns and men. And all this visible to the naked eye — even their muskets, stacked on the beach. The Governor has accepted the tender of the two military companies of Pensacola, as well as
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 291 (search)
Arts? What are they to my pedigree? Why, Adam was an F. F. V.! My arms, (a whip, ye fools, Above a bloodhound, gules!) Declare my house and birth-- The king of kings on earth! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Paupers, who can resist me? None! My wife's a pew in Washington; My youngest son — he looks like me-- Will be in Congress soon, (S. C.） His brother, Colonel Fuss, Trained up by old U. S., Tore down your dirty flag-- A General, now, with Bragg! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Let us alone, ye Federal crew, Nor dare collect our revenue; For gentlemen, from earliest date Were never useful to the State. Thanks to my forts, and guns, And arsenals, (yours, once!) I can now speak my mind, As Ancient Abe shall find! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! God's ministers, we fight for you: Aid us, ye aid the Gospel too. For you, beast-people, (cle
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 546 (search)
ams, of the Sabine. He arrived safely at Pensacola — at Warrington — at the Headquarters of Gen. Bragg, on the very day that Gen. Bragg, Commodore Ingraham of the Confederate Navy, and Capt. Adams Gen. Bragg, Commodore Ingraham of the Confederate Navy, and Capt. Adams of the Sabine, had dined together. Worden, fearing trouble, read his orders two or three times, committed them to memory, and tore them up. He told Bragg he was a courier from the U. S. Government toBragg he was a courier from the U. S. Government to the Commander-in-Chief of the United States naval forces in Florida, and wanted to go on board the Sabine. You can go on one condition, sir, said the General. I cannot observe any condition, GeneraGeneral Bragg, replied the officer; my position in the United States service forbids it. But I have an understanding with Capt. Adams, said the General. I cannot help it, interrupted the Lieutenant; I melors, augmented Lieut. Slemmer's command; and Worden did his duty. But, very rashly, he thought Bragg would, on his return, let him outside the Southern line unmolested. He proposed to go on shore;