ISBN: 9780217258319

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1865. Not … More...

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1865. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... MY DIARY IN AMERICA IN THE MIDST OF WAR. CHAPTER I. TIIE ASPECT OF THE PLACE, AND THE MANNERS OF THE PEOPLE. Lying in that narrowest of beds--the very narrowest of all that a man can occupy save his grave--the berth in my state-room on board the steam-ship Persia, I gave myself up last November to many nights of thought. And my thoughts were of many kinds. First, that I should be infinitely thankful to Heaven for being alive--for having been permitted to confront so many perils, to overcome so many difficulties, to override so many mishaps, to escape being hanged by Butler, bullied by Stanton, bastilled by Dix, gouged, bowie-knived, or tarred-and-feathered, by anybody, shot by Confederate guerillas, plundered by Mexican guerilleros, picked up by the Alabama, or knocked over by the yellow fever,--in short, that I had seen America in the Midst of War, and was well out of it. Since my return to my own country, I have (being of a somewhat irritable temper) almost chafed under the congratulations of friends, who have said t-- And so you''re back, safe and sound, are you? Safe and sound. Well, we never expected to see you again! Why the deuce shouldn''t they expect to see me again? Was it their wish not to do so? Did I carry a Death Warrant witb me to the States? Was I under sentence when I left? Had I been sojourning with the Old Man of the Mountain; and was I bound to be assassinated? Was I in the last stage of consumption, or liver complaint, or heart disease, when I left the white cliffs of Albion? It is certain that, previous to my departure, I experienced extreme difficulty in persuading an Insurance Office to take my life; and that the Solicitor who made my will shook my hand with much cordiality when I left him: which boded ill, I thought. Now there... George Augustus Sala, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, My Diary In America In The Midst Of War (volume 2) Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction This is an OCR edition without illustrations or index. It may have numerous typos or missing text. However, purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original rare book from GeneralBooksClub.com. You can also preview excerpts from the book there. Purchasers are also entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Volume: 2; Original Published by: Tinsley brothers in 1865 in 443 pages; Subjects: United States; Biography & Autobiography / Editors, Journalists, Publishers; History / United States / 19th Century; History / United States / Civil War Period (1850-1877);<

ISBN: 9780217258319

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1865. Not … More...

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1865. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... MY DIARY IN AMERICA IN THE MIDST OF WAR. CHAPTER I. TIIE ASPECT OF THE PLACE, AND THE MANNERS OF THE PEOPLE. Lying in that narrowest of beds--the very narrowest of all that a man can occupy save his grave--the berth in my state-room on board the steam-ship Persia, I gave myself up last November to many nights of thought. And my thoughts were of many kinds. First, that I should be infinitely thankful to Heaven for being alive--for having been permitted to confront so many perils, to overcome so many difficulties, to override so many mishaps, to escape being hanged by Butler, bullied by Stanton, bastilled by Dix, gouged, bowie-knived, or tarred-and-feathered, by anybody, shot by Confederate guerillas, plundered by Mexican guerilleros, picked up by the Alabama, or knocked over by the yellow fever,--in short, that I had seen America in the Midst of War, and was well out of it. Since my return to my own country, I have (being of a somewhat irritable temper) almost chafed under the congratulations of friends, who have said t-- And so you''re back, safe and sound, are you? Safe and sound. Well, we never expected to see you again! Why the deuce shouldn''t they expect to see me again? Was it their wish not to do so? Did I carry a Death Warrant witb me to the States? Was I under sentence when I left? Had I been sojourning with the Old Man of the Mountain; and was I bound to be assassinated? Was I in the last stage of consumption, or liver complaint, or heart disease, when I left the white cliffs of Albion? It is certain that, previous to my departure, I experienced extreme difficulty in persuading an Insurance Office to take my life; and that the Solicitor who made my will shook my hand with much cordiality when I left him: which boded ill, I thought. Now there... George Augustus Sala, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, My Diary In America In The Midst Of War (volume 2) Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction, General Books LLC<