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ider than the privates, the Sergeants can give the Corporals points in devilishness, 鏉窞鎸夋懇鐢佃瘽 and so it goes on up until the General commanding an army must be one of the devil’s favorite imps, while Jeff Davis is Old Horney’s junior partner.”

“No; it isn’t that,” said Rosenbaum. “I’ve known a good many rebel Generals, unt some of them ain’t really bad fellers, outside of their rebelness. But old Bragg is a born devil. He has no more heart than a rattlesnake. He actually loves cruelty. He’d rather kill men than not. I’ve seen plenty of officers who were entirely too willing to shoot men for little or nothing. General Bragg is the only man I ever saw who would 鏉窞SPA淇℃伅璁哄潧 shoot men for nothing at all鈥攋ust ‘for example,’ as he says, unt to make the others254 afraid unt ready to obey him. He coolly calculates to shoot so many every month. If they’ve done anything to deserve it, all right. If they hain’t, he shoots them all the 鏉窞妗戞嬁缃戠珯 same, just to ‘preserve discipline.'”

Si and Shorty uttered exclamations of surprise at this cold-blooded cruelty.

“I know it’s hard to believe,” said Rosenbaum, “but it’s true all the same, as anybody around his Headquarters will tell you. Jeff Davis knows it unt approves it. He is the same kind of a man as General Bragg鈥攏o more heart than a tiger, I have seen a good deal of the inside of the rebel army, unt General Bragg is the coldest-blooded, cruelest man in it or in the whole world. It’s true that the men he orders shot are generally of no account, like our man

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Jeff 鏉窞姘寸枟浼氭墍璁哄潧 Hackberry鈥攂ut it’s the principle of the thing that shocks me. He just takes a dislike to the way a man looks or acts, or the way he parts his hair, looks at him with his steely-gray eyes, unt says coldly: ‘Put him in the bull-pen.’ In the bullpen the poor devil 鏉窞瓒崇枟妞?goes, unt the next time General Bragg gets an idea that the discipline of the army is running down, unt he must stiffen it up with a few executions, he orders all the men that happen to be in the bull-pen taken out unt shot.”

“Without any trial, any court-martial, any evidence against them?” gasped Si.

“Absolutely without anything but General Bragg’s orders. It is like you read of in the books about those Eastern countries where the Sultan or other High-muk-a-muk says, ‘Cut that man’s head off,’ unt the man’s head is cut off, unt no questions asked.255 unt no funeral 鏉窞鎸夋懇浼氭墍鏈嶅姟 ceremonies except washing up the blood.”

“Lucky for you, Levi,” said Shorty, “that he didn’t have any of the common prejudices against Jews, and slap you in the bull-pen.”

“O, but he did,” said Rosenbaum. “He hated a Jew worse than any man I ever met. Unt it brought me so near death that I actually watched them digging my grave.

“While I had my ups unt downs, unt some very narrow escapes,” continued Rosenbaum, “when I first went inside Bragg’s lines, I got along very well generally. I played the peddler unt smuggler for the Southern Confederacy in great shape, unt run them through a lot of gun-caps, quinine, medicines, unt so so on, unt brought in a great deal of information which they found to be true. Some of dis General Rosecrans gave me himsel