Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1863-10-26
Rebel Women.


Prentice, of the Louisville Journal, hav-
ing received most vindictiye letter from
a female rebel, publishes it in full, and
gives her in return a most terrific pen
lashing, from which we extract the fol-
lowing:
Seriously, we have published the letter
ofour female correspondent at Bioomneio
lust to show what sort OF thing the
spirit of this rebellion can transform a
woman into who probably was once far
enough specimen of human nature. Ii
the rebellion were to accomplish all the
good that its craziest supporters ever
hoped from it, it could never compensate
for a tithe of the evil it has done in the
single item of the Satanization of the feel
ingS, the passions, the whole natures OF
portion of the American women. The
women of this country have been favored
from childhood above those of all other
countries of the earth; they have enjoyed
every blessing and every privilege that
the female heart in other quarters OF the
globe ever dreamed of; they have grown
up under the noblest flag of all the world,
a flag that shone as a star Of heaven to
them and terrible bale-tire to their coun-
try's enemies, flag to which the OPP
pressed of all the worlds monarchies and
despotisms knelt, as they might have knelt
to the fiery cross seen by Constantine in
the sky; and yet, when this old flag, this
honored and battle-worn flag, in season
of the mightiest prosperity, without the
shadow of cause, without even a prcteNt
that the utmost human ingenuity could
make plausible, was assailed by disap-
pointed and maddened politicians, thous-
andS and tens of thousands of our women,
not stopping moment to inquire into the
right or the wrong, became tiercer than
the fercest men against the glorious en-
blem of our nationality and in favor OF
rebellion with its whole long and dread
ful train of internal horrors! We speak
not now of all the rebel women, but we
do speak of very many of them. They
jeered at the old banner of stars given us
by our gray fathers wherever they beheld
it. They mocked it, they spit upon 1t,
they tNmpled it under foot, and were not
ashamed! They seemed actuated by
nothing but an insane rage for change,
novelty, innovation, revolution, anarchy,
tragedy, ruin, deSolation. They hurled
their words of fury around them as
maniac would hurl Goals of fire. They
seemed to transcend, in their taste for
blood, even those female monsters, born
of the French Revolution, who sat daily
around the gullotine, laughing and SCOT
ing as the cleaning steel descended and
the bloody heads rolled gaping upon the
ground. They literally compelled innu-
merable men and boys, their own hus-
bands, cousins, lovers, brothers, sons,
who would most gladly have remained at
home, to take up arms and go into the
rebel armies. They are responsible for
the death of thousands who have perished
of sickness, toll hunger, sword, bullet and
bayonet. Thousands of poor dead
tongues, mute in all things else, are con-
tinually bearing awful testimony against
them from far and unknown. and undiS-
tinguishable graves, and from plains and
thickets and hills and swamps where un-
buried skeletons CLEAN with CHASTITY
whiteness upon the earth'S surface. We
are sometimes unable to gaze at the female
inciters of the terrible rebellion, however
comely they may be in form or feature,
and realize at the moment that they are
human. Their eyes look to us like tomb
fires, their mouths like trenches for the
dead, their noses like heaps of bones, their
L Ia
the rose-hues upon their cheeks like the
foul blood-stains of battle and massacre.
The whole atmosphere around them
seems surcharged with visible death and
horror.