Their sons, horses, arms, and every thing useful, are in the army against us, and they stay at home, claiming all the exemptions of peaceful citizens.

I account them as nothing in this great game of war.
Fourth.

The young bloods of the South: sons of planters, lawyers about towns, good billiard-players and sportsmen, men who never did work and never will.

War suits them, and the rascals are brave, fine riders, bold to rashness, and dangerous subjects in every sense.

They care not a sou for niggers, land, or any thing.