This entry is from Three Months in the Southern States, April - June 1863 by Lieut-Col. Fremantle. Fremantle was an English "tourist" who came to America to see the conflict firsthand.
May, 16, 1863, somewhere near Jackson, Louisiana on the road
. . . . The natives, under all their misery, were red-hot in favour of fighting for independence to the last, and I constantly hear the words, "This is the most unjust war ever waged upon a people by mortal man."
At 11 A.M. we met a great crowd of negroes, who had been run into the swamps to be out of the way of the Yankees, and they were now returning to Louisiana.At 2 P.M. a wounded soldier gave us the deplorable information that the enemy really was on the railroad between Jackson and Brookhaven, and that Jackson was in his hands. This news staggered us all . . .
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| From Frank Leslie's Illustrated, March 7, 1863. Pickets of the First Louisiana "Native Guard" guarding the New Orleans Opelousas and Great Western Railroad |
