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
"Not much--none at all!" replied Leslie. "But see how long this one
regiment has been in filing past. Only one regiment--not much more than
a thousand men, and yet the street seems full of the glisten of their
bayonets for half-a-mile. We have grown used to handling the phrases
'thirty thousand,' 'fifty thousand,' 'one hundred thousand,' or even 'a
quarter of a million' of men, just as glibly as we speak of one, two or
ten millions of money; and yet we realize very little of the force of
those numbers. Fifty thousand men are considered to be no army--nothing
more than a skirmishing party, now-a-days; and yet to form it, forty or
fifty such bodies of men as that which has just passed us must be
included. Is it any wonder--after studying a thousand men in this
manner--that while we have many generals capable of managing five or ten
thousand, very few can command fifty thousand without making a mess of
it, and a hundred thousand succeeds in crazing almost every one of our
commanders?"
"Wonder? No, I should think not," said Harding, laughing. "I have puzzle
enough, sometimes, with even that number of _figures_, and I should make
a bad muddle of handling that quantity of men. But, by the way, did you
ever read that singular novel, 'Border War,' by a South-western writer,
Jones, published several years ago?"
"I have skimmed it--never read it," said Leslie. "Remarkable book, I
should say, to be read over now-a-days, when the event then handled as
romance has become reality!"
"The numbers of his opposing forces, as compared with the actual armies
of the present day, are the great point of interest," said Harding. "He
makes terrible blunders in guessing at the great battle-ground of the
war, as he lays the principal battles in Upper Maryland, Pennsylvania
and New Jersey, and does not seem to contemplate the possibility of
there being any fighting on _Southern_ soil. But his numbers--I think he
made each of the opposing forces number some one hundred and fifty or
two hundred thousand men; and a sharp reviewer broke out into a loud
guffaw over the impossibility that any such number of men could ever be
arrayed against each other, on the soil of the United States, by any
possible convulsion. Only a few years have passed, and we have three or
four times his numbers in the fight on either side, with half a million
more men to be called for."
"We are travelling fast--that is all," replied Leslie.
"You couldn't exactly inform me _where_, could you?" asked Harding.
"But,--phew!--w!--w!" looking at his watch, "the soldiers are gone and
time is up; I must look after my deposits before three."
"And what are we to do about our mystery?" asked Leslie, as the other
was about to leave him. "Give that up altogether?--or will you agree to
take a hand in at personal investigation?"
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