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856 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 12, 1958
"...panic spread quickly to Richmond. Davis met it as had met the East Tennessee crisis early that winter. Five days after the inaugural in which he had excoriated Lincoln for doing the same thing, and scorned the northern population for putting up with it, he suspended the privilege of habeas corpus in the Norfolk area, placing the city under martial law. Two days later Richmond itself was gripped by the iron hand."
"...the column grinding its way toward Corinth was the last of many to draw blood in the Battle of Shiloh. Union losses were 1754 killed, 8408 wounded, 2885 captured: total, 13047. Confederate losses were 1723 killed, 8012 wounded, 959 missing: total, 10694. Casualties were 24 percent, the same as Waterloo’s. Yet Waterloo had settled something, while this one apparently had settled nothing, with other Waterloos ahead."
"Somewhere out beyond the screening pines and oaks, east of where Lee stood waiting for his lost columns to converge, the Federals were hurrying southward past the point where he had intended to stage his Cannae. He might still stage it—seven hours of daylight remained—if he could find the answer to the questions: What had delayed Huger? What had happened to Holmes? And again, as so often before: Where was Jackson?"
"[Lee] weighed the odds and made his decision, confirming the opinion one of his officers had given lately in answer to doubts expressed by another as to the new commander’s capacity for boldness: 'His name might be Audacity. He will take more desperate chances, and take them quicker, than any other general in this country, North or South. And you will live to see it, too.'”
"Lincoln was not amazed at all. In fact, he found the telegram very much in character. If by some magic he could reinforce McClellan with 100,000 troops today, he said, Little Mac would be delighted and would promise to capture Richmond tomorrow; but when tomorrow came he would report the enemy strength at 400,000 and announce that he could not advance until he got another 100,000 reinforcements."
"[T]he issue was one which could only be settled by arms, and that the war was therefore a war for survival — survival of the South, as Davis saw it: survival of the Union, as Lincoln saw it — with the added paradox that, while neither of the two leaders believed victory for his side meant extinction for the other, each insisted that the reverse was true."
At the outset he had predicted a long war. Now he was showing the erosive effects of living with the fulfillment of his prediction. He was thinner, almost emaciated; “gaunted” was the southern word. His features were sharper, the cheeks more hollow, the blind left eye with its stone-gray pupil in contrast to the lustrous gleam of the other – a “wizard physiognomy,” indeed. The lips were compressed and the square jaw was even more firmly set to express determination, as if this quality might prove contagious to those around him. Under the wide brim of a planter’s hat, his face had lost all signs of youth. It had become austere, a symbol.
“Gaunt and emaciated,” one observer called him, “with straggling hair, mingled gray and black.” He was forty-seven, but looked much older, perhaps because of the chronic neuralgia, which racked him nearly as badly as it racked Davis. He looked, in fact, according to the same diarist, “like a dead man galvanized into muscular animation. His eyes are sunken and his features have the hue of a man who has been in his grave a full month.”
The messenger with the notification that Mr. Davis had been elected President...found him in our garden assisting to make rose cuttings; when reading the telegram he looked so grieved that I feared some evil had befallen our family. After a few minutes' painful silence he told me, as a man might speak of a sentence of death.
The operation on [Davis’s] high-strung nature of such incidents [the hanging of Unionist guerillas in East Tennessee] caused him to remark long afterward, concerning his northern opponent’s fondness for anecdotes and frontier humor, that he could not “conceive how a man so oppressed with care as Mr Lincoln was could have any relish for such pleasantries.”
[Samuel R, Curtis], a dish-faced man with a tall forehead and thinning, wavy hair, hazel eyes and a wide, slack-lipped mouth. -page 280
Wild Bill Hickcok, addicted to gaudy shirts and a mustache whose ends could be knotted behind his head. -page 281
[Henry H. Sibley] a stocky, wind-burnt man with a big-featured face and a heavy mustache that grew down past the corners of his mouth so that his aggressive chin looked naked as a heel. -page 294
"Our present condition… illustrates the American idea that government rests upon the consent of the governed… the declared purpose of the compact of union from which we have withdrawn was ‘to establish justice, ensure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and posterity’; and when, in the judgment of the sovereign States now composing this Confederacy, it had been perverted from the purposes for which it was established, a peaceful appeal to the ballot box declared that, so far as they were concerned, the government created by that compact ceased to exist.” -page 65
“This is essentially a People’s war. On the side of the Union it is a struggle for maintaining in the world that form and substance of government whose leading object is to elevate the condition of man, to lift artificial weights from all shoulders, to clear the paths of a laudable pursuit for all, to afford all an unfettered start and a fair chance in the race of life… our popular government has often been called an experiment. Two points in it our people have already settled, the successful establishing and the successful administering of it. One still remains— it’s successful maintenance against a formidable attempt to overthrow it.” -page 68