The Only Good Indian Is A Dead

Many And Many A Person In Georgia Asked Me Why We Did Not Go To South Carolina; And, When I Answered That We Were En Route For That State, The Invariable Reply Was, - Well, If You Will Make Those People Feel The Utmost Severities Of War, We Will Pardon You For Your Desolation Of Georgia.

To Secure The Safety Of The Navigation Of The Mississippi River I Would Slay Millions. On That Point I Am Not Only Insane, But Mad... I Think I See One Or Two Quick Blows That Will Astonish The Natives Of The South And Will Convince Them That, Though To Stand Behind A Big Cottonwood And Shoot At A Passing Boat Is Good Sport And Safe, It May Still Reach And Kill Their Friends And Families Hundreds Of Miles Off. For Every Bullet Shot At A Steamboat, I Would Shoot A Thousand 30-pounder Parrots Into Even Helpless Towns On Red, Ouachita, Yazoo, Or Wherever A Boat Can Float Or Soldier March.

It's A Disagreeable Thing To Be Whipped.

I Would Make This War As Severe As Possible, And Show No Symptoms Of Tiring Till The South Begs For Mercy.

The Way To Success Is Strategically Along The Way Of Least Expectation And Tactically Along The Line Of Least Resistance.