Shoulder-Straps: A Novel of New York and the Army, 1862Morford, Henry
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Shoulder-Straps: A Novel of New York and the Army, 1862
Morford, Henry
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
Is this to be a wholesale attack, then, on our national courage? Had we
no brave men, then, that only these apologies for men are exhibited?
Yes!--thousand upon thousand of brave men, and hundred upon hundred of
brave officers--the world over no better or truer! But they were, as
they _are_, the men of action, not of _show_, or at least not of show
_alone_.
One incident of the morning of the Second of July, when the Seven Days
Battles were yet in progress before Richmond, will at once supply a few
figures for this background, and an illustration of the public feeling
for the soldiers of the little army of action and the great army of
sham!
A few words had been permitted by the telegraph-censors to come through,
and they had arrived too late for the morning papers. They were
consequently bulletined. They gave some hint of the abandonment of the
White House and the severe fighting which followed that movement, on
Saturday and Sunday. They were not hopeful--they were discouraging--much
worse, as it afterwards appeared, than the truth demanded; and the knit
brows and set teeth of the readers did not show any symptoms of
improvement under the new revelation.
A considerable group of men were standing about the "World" bulletin,
stopping, reading and passing on--all the more slowly because the shade
of the high building was refreshing in that hot, blinding, cloudless
July morning sun. A group of politicians who had read the bulletins and
taken their second breakfast at Crook and Duff's, were digesting the one
and picking their teeth from the fragments of the other, before the door
of that unaccountably-popular establishment, on the block above. Over
the street from the "World" corner, at the Park fence, a dozen or two of
invalid soldiers, with jaundiced faces and shabby uniforms, who had
arrived by steamer from the South the day before and taken up their
temporary abode in the dirty Barracks,--were standing lounging and
listening to what was read from the bulletin; while a sentinel paraded
up and down the walk, outside, to prevent escapes that did not seem
over-probable. Voices were a little high, though not in disagreement,
among the group at the corner--for they were discussing the very subject
noted--that of _absenteeism and military sham_.
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