In Our Country... One Class Of Men

The Young Bloods Of The South: Sons Of Planters, Lawyers About Towns, Good Billiard-players And Sportsmen, Men Who Never Did Any Work And Never Will... They Are Splendid Riders, First-rate Shots And Utterly Reckless. These Men Must All Be Killed Or Employed By Us Before We Can Hope For Peace.

I Hate Newspapermen. They Come Into Camp And Pick Up Their Camp Rumors And Print Them As Facts. I Regard Them As Spies, Which, In Truth, They Are.

I Will Accept No Commission That Would Tend To Create A Rivalry With Grant. I Want Him To Hold What He Has Earned And Got. I Have All The Rank I Want.

We Have Good Corporals And Good Sergeants And Some Good Lieutenants And Captains, And Those Are Far More Important Than Good Generals.

I Found So Many Jews And Speculators Here Trading In Cotton, And Secessionists Had Become So Open In Refusing Anything But Gold, That I Have Felt Myself Bound To Stop It. The Gold Can Have But One Use - The Purchase Of Arms And Ammunition... Of Course, I Have Respected All Permits By Yourself Or The Secretary Of The Treasury, But In These New Cases (swarms Of Jews), I Have Stopped It.