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Thomas C. DeLeon, Four years in Rebel capitals: an inside view of life in the southern confederacy, from birth to death., Chapter 8: New Orleans, the Crescent city. (search)
ce old methods of business relations of planter and factor a typical brokerage House secure reliance on European recognition and the kingship of cotton yellow Jack and his treatment French town and American hotels of the day home society and the Heathen social Customs Creole women's taste Cuffee and cant early regiment. Not that I fear the fever, he explained. What strangers regard as such certain death is to us scarce more than the agues of a North Carolina flat. Yellow Jack is a terrible scourge, indeed, to the lower classes, and to those not acclimatized. The heavy deposits of vegetable drift from the inundations leave the whole couseasons as you have every few years. So all strangers think. But to the resident, who from choice, or business engagements, has passed one summer in the city, Jack loses his terrors. The symptoms are unmistakable. Slight nausea and pain in the back, headache and a soupcon of chill. The workingman feels these. He can not s
Thomas C. DeLeon, Four years in Rebel capitals: an inside view of life in the southern confederacy, from birth to death., Chapter 33: wit and humor of the war. (search)
acceptable form in satiric verse. Major Caskie--who ever went into battle with a smile on his lips-found time, between fights, for broad pasquinade on folly about him, with pen and pencil. His very clever parody of a touching and wellknown poem of the time, found its way to many a camp-fire and became a classic about the Richmond hells. It began: You can never win them back, Never, never! And you'd better leave the track Now forever! Thoa you cut and deal the pack And copper every Jack, You'll lose stack after stack -- Forever! Everything tending to bathos-whether for the cause, or against it --caught its quick rebuke, at the hands of some glib funmaker. Once an enthusiastic admirer of the hero of Charleston indited a glowing ode, of which the refrain ran: Beau sabreur, beau canon, Beau soldat-Beauregard! Promptly came another, and most distorted version; its peculiar refrain enfolding: Beau Brummel, Beau Fielding, Beau Hickman-Beauregard! As it is not