Now the time had come when I could not help the war, but I could strike a blow for freedom.

So I told my mother I was going to the front, that I expected to be killed, but I went to free the slave.
It went hard with her.

But I thought that I ought to come, and I believe my mother's prayers are following me." "Captain," said Robert, rising, "I am glad that I have heard your story.
I think that some of these Northern soldiers do two things--hate slavery and hate niggers." "I am afraid that is so with some of them.

They would rather be whipped by Rebels than conquer with negroes.

Oh, I heard a soldier," said Captain Sybil, "say, when the colored men were being enlisted, that he would break his sword and resign.