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
But fair Oneida showed that war was in the land, removed though it might
be from the great centres of recruiting operations. Joe Harris had
noticed that a recruiting tent for McQuade's gallant Fourteenth stood
in the middle of Genesee Street, only a little way above the hotels,
with drums beating and flags and placards exhibited; and even in the
fields she saw traces of the effort to answer the President's last
demand for troops. Where on the visits of previous years she had seen
only men toiling in the sunshine, many women were laboring now, and the
change was significant. The homes of Oneida had already given of their
best and bravest to the cause of the nation, and still the Moloch of war
demanded more!--more, ever and continually more!
There was a reminder of the war, too, within the coach, and a reminder
of the mode in which the recruiting service was being conducted. On one
of the front seats sat a fine-looking young man, bright-eyed and
keen-faced, in the shoddy uniform of a private. His conversation was at
once that of a patriot and a gentleman; and it did not require many
moments of unavoidable listening for the young girl to discover that he
was well educated. Further conversation between himself and other
passengers who seemed to know and respect him, showed that he had
abandoned his studies in a leading institution, to answer the call of
the country--that mathematics and military science had formed a
considerable part of his studies--that he had had some hopes, when he
enlisted, of obtaining the grade of a subaltern officer, when he should
succeed in procuring sufficient enlistments--that by his personal
efforts and fervid eloquence he had already succeeded in enlisting more
than fifty men for the regiment with which he was connected, and was
then on his way to another section of the county to make further efforts
in the same direction--and that he was still a "full private," with a
certainty of rising no higher, because he had neither money nor
political influence to put him forward. So that this young patriot and
soldier, who showed the power and energy of his nature in every glance
of his eye and every word he spoke, was to be kept in the lowest
position known to the service, and commanded by men who had never heard
of a book on military science or tactics, a week before, but who could
buy commissions or command a certain number of votes at a town-meeting!
Josephine Harris had studied the current history of the time, enough to
know and recognize the picture set before her, and to say, silently and
between her set teeth:
"Oh, I wish I was only a man, to start out with a horsewhip and lash
these incapables until they howled!"
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