We should do the same.
Third.

The Union men of the South.

I must confess I have little respect for this class.

They allowed a clamorous set of demagogues to muzzle and drive them as a pack of curs.

Afraid of shadows, they submit tamely to squads of dragoons, and permit them, without a murmur, to burn their cotton, take their horses, corn, and every thing; and, when we reach them, they are full of complaints if our men take a few fence-rails for fire, or corn to feed our horses.
They give us no assistance or information, and are loudest in their complaints at the smallest excesses of our soldiers.