What is said of the South Carolinians can be truthfully said of Georgians.  People of the same blood, and kindred in all that makes them one, they could be with propriety one and the same people.  The Georgians would charge a breastwork or storm a battery with the same light-heartedness as they went to their husking bees or corn-shucking, all in a frolick.  To illustrate their manner of fighting, I will quote from a Northern journal, published just after the seven days’ battles around Richmond, a conversation between Major D., of the ——­ New York, and a civilian of the North.  The Major was boasting in a noisy manner of the courage, daring, and superiority of the Northern soldiers over those of the South.  “Well, why was it,” asked the civilian, “if you were so superior in every essential to the Rebels, that you got such an everlasting licking around Richmond?” “Licking, h——­l,” said the wounded Major, “who could fight such people?  Indians!  Worse than an Apache.  Just as we would get in line of battle and ready for an advance, a little Georgia Colonel, in his shirt sleeves and copperas breeches, would pop out into a corn field at the head of his regiment, and shout at the top of his voice, ‘Charge!’ Man alive! here would come the devils like a whirlwind—­over ditches, gullies, fences, and fields, shouting, yelling, whooping, that makes the cold chills run up your back—­flash their glittering bayonets in our very faces, and break our lines to pieces before you could say ‘boo.’  Do you call that fighting?  It was murder.”  No more need be said of the Georgians.

Little Florida did not have many troops in the field, but little as she was, she was as brave as the best.  Her troops, like those of Georgia and South Carolina, were impulsive, impetuous, and rapid in battle.  They were few in numbers, but legions in the fray.

The Alabamians and Mississippians came of pioneer stock, and like their ancestry, were inured to hardships and dangers from childhood; they made strong, hardy, brave soldiers.  Indifferent to danger, they were less careful of their lives than some from the older States.  They were fine marksmen; with a steady nerve and bold hearts, they won, like Charles Martel, with their hammer-like blows.  They were the fanatical Saraceus of the South; while nothing could stand before the broad scimeters of the former, so nothing could stand in the way of the rifle and bayonet of the latter.

The Louisianians were the Frenchmen of the South.  Of small stature, they were the best marchers in the army.  Like their ancestors in the days of the “Grand Monarch,” and their cousins in the days of the “Great Napoleon,” they loved glory and their country.  Light-hearted and gay in camp, they were equally light-hearted and gay in battle.  Their slogan was, “Our cause and our country.”  The Louisianians were grand in battle, companionable in camp, and all round soldiers in every respect.