The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 16, No. 95, September 1865: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and PoliticsVarious
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 16, No. 95, September 1865: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics
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To render our weak force still more available, we barricaded the
approaches to the chief streets by constructing barriers or felling
trees. It went to my heart to sacrifice, for this purpose, several of my
beautiful lindens; but it was no time for æsthetics. As the giants lay
on the ground, still scenting the air with their abundant bloom, I used
to rein up my horse and watch the children playing hide-and-seek among
their branches, or some quiet cow grazing at the foliage. Nothing
impresses the mind in war like some occasional object or association
that belongs apparently to peace alone.
Among all these solicitudes, it was a great thing that one particular
anxiety vanished in a day. On the former expedition the men were upon
trial as to their courage; now they were to endure another test, as to
their demeanor as victors. Here were five hundred citizens, nearly all
white, at the mercy of their former slaves. To some of these whites it
was the last crowning humiliation, and they were, or professed to be, in
perpetual fear. On the other hand, the most intelligent and lady-like
woman I saw, the wife of a Rebel captain, rather surprised me by saying
that it seemed pleasanter to have these men stationed there, whom they
had known all their lives, and who had generally borne a good character,
than to be in the power of entire strangers. Certainly the men deserved
the confidence, for there was scarcely an exception to their good
behavior. I think they thoroughly felt that their honor and dignity were
concerned in the matter, and took too much pride in their character as
soldiers,--to say nothing of higher motives,--to tarnish it by any
misdeeds. They watched their officers vigilantly and even suspiciously,
to detect any disposition towards compromise; and so long as we pursued
a just course, it was evident that they could be relied on. Yet the spot
was pointed out to me where two of our leading men had seen their
brothers hanged by Lynch law; many of them had private wrongs to avenge;
and they all had utter disbelief in all pretended loyalty, especially on
the part of the women. One man alone was brought to me in a sort of
escort of honor by Corporal Prince Lambkin,--one of the color-guard, and
one of our ablest men,--the same who had once made a speech in camp,
reminding his hearers that they had lived under the American flag for
eighteen hundred and sixty-two years, and ought to live and die under
it. Corporal Lambkin now introduced his man, a German, with the highest
compliment in his power: "He hab true colored-man heart." Surrounded by
mean, cajoling, insinuating white men, and women who were all that and
worse, I was quite ready to appreciate the quality he thus proclaimed. A
colored-man heart, in the Rebel States, is a fair synonyme for a loyal
heart, and it is about the only such synonyme. In this case, I found
afterwards that the man in question, a small grocer, had been an object
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