Wood and Edmonds: 233, 456.
Wood, Fernando: 309.
Wolfe, Sir James: 353.
Wolseley, F. M. Viscount: 217, 218, 229-30, 285.
Yazoo: 350, 352.
Young Men’s Lyceum: 69.
Zeruiah, her sons: 445.
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Reprinted by permission from
told by Anthony Gross
THE COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF
Delegations from Baltimore called to protest against
the “pollution” of the soil of Maryland
by the feet of the soldiers marching across it to
fight against the South. They had no difficulty
in understanding the President’s reply:
“We must have troops; and, as they can neither
crawl under Maryland nor fly over it,
they must come across it.”
When the war had actually begun he delighted in the
soldiers’ grim humor in the face of death.
He told story after story about the “boys,”
laughing, with tears in his gray eyes, at their heroism
in danger. He never laughed at the private soldier,
except in the pride of his hearty patriotism.
But he made constant fun of the assumptions of generals
and other high officials. The stories he most
enjoyed telling were of the soldiers’ scoffing
at rank and pretension. He delighted in the
following:
A picket challenged a tug going up Broad River, South
Carolina, with:
“Who goes there?”
“The Secretary of War and Major-General Foster,”
was the pompous reply.
“Aw! We’ve got major-generals enough
up here—why don’t you bring us up
some hardtack?”
On another occasion a friend burst into his room to
tell him that a brigadier-general and twelve army
mules had been carried off by a Confederate raid.
