The Only Good Indian Is A Dead

It's A Disagreeable Thing To Be Whipped.

You Mistake, Too, The People Of The North. They Are A Peaceable People But An Earnest People, And They Will Fight, Too. They Are Not Going To Let This Country Be Destroyed Without A Mighty Effort To Save It. Besides, Where Are Your Men And Appliances Of War To Contend Against Them?

We Can Make War So Terrible And Make Them So Sick Of War That Generations Pass Away Before They Again Appeal To It.

I Confess, Without Shame, That I Am Sick And Tired Of Fighting — Its Glory Is All Moonshine; Even Success The Most Brilliant Is Over Dead And Mangled Bodies, With The Anguish And Lamentations Of Distant Families, Appealing To Me For Sons, Husbands, And Fathers ... It Is Only Those Who Have Never Heard A Shot, Never Heard The Shriek And Groans Of The Wounded And Lacerated ... That Cry Aloud For More Blood, More Vengeance, More Desolation.

I See Every Chance Of A Long, Confused And Disorganizing Civil War, And I Feel No Desire To Take A Hand Therein.