IN VIRGINIA
'em he'd have to write home to find out whether he was Union or Democrat. They didn't like that. He hoped we were Democrats so that he could go with the boys and have a good time licking the Black Republicans. It was all he could do, he said, to stay behind when the boys in the slickest uniforms he had ever seen, mostly made by their sweethearts, and with twenty or thirty gold-and-blue officers to each regiment, had gone and taken Harper's Ferry and the navy yard at Gosport—with no deaths. Every one was a separate hero, and all the sweethearts left behind (a good many went along) took the first train to Harper's Ferry to tell them so. Couldn't he go along when they took Washington?—which would be next. Maybe he could find a sweetheart. And, when they had Philadelphia and New York, he'd stop to see how we were getting along before taking the oath of office as President of the Confederate States of America—formerly the United States of Ditto—just in fun, of course, as you can see.
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