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  • #16
    Re: Eating songbirds

    Greetings,

    Found this while reading "A Bohemian Brigade: The Civil War Correspondents - Mostly Rough, Sometimes Ready" by James M. Perry, pg. 191.

    The quote refers to a meal enjoyed by various members of the "Jolly Congress" (foreign military observers, journalists, etc) at the Oriental Saloon in Richmond (?).

    "Ross remembered the night von Borcke and several friends, nine of them altogether, 'carried us off to the Oriental Saloon, where we had a capital supper, and sat talking till a late hour.' Ross included in his memoirs the Oriental's menu and a copy of the bill of fair included seven soups (terrapin, turtle, mock turtle, and macaroni among them); four fowls (turkey goose, duck, chicken); five meats (beef, mutton, lamb, pork, and veal); five steaks; seven fish; four kinds of oysters; six birds (including robin); fifteen vegetables; five wines; five whiskeys; three malt liquors; and various Havana cigars.

    The party of nine consumed soup, venison steak, seven birds, various vegetables, and five bottles of Madeira and six bottles of claret. The bill, in Confederate money, came to $631.50."
    Bob Roeder

    "I stood for a time and cried as freely as boys do when things hurt most; alone among the dead, then covered his face with an old coat I ran away, for I was alone passing dead men all about as I went". Pvt. Nathaniel C. Deane (age 16, Co D 21st Mass. Inf.) on the death of his friend Pvt. John D. Reynolds, May 31, 1864.

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    • #17
      Re: Eating songbirds

      Hank,

      This I found in "My Cave Life in Vicksburg" by A Lady


      I tried to overcome the lanquid feeling of utter prostration. My little one had swung in her hammock, reduced in strength, with a low fever flushing in her face. M--- was all anxiety, I would plainly see. A soldier brought up, one morning, a little jaybird, as a plaything for the child. After playing with it for a short time, she turned wearily way. "Miss Mary," said the servant, "she's hungry; let me make her some soup from the bird." At first I refused; the poor little plaything should not die; then, as I thought of the child, I half consented. With the utmost haste, Cinth disappeared; and the next time she appeared, it was with a cup of soup, and a little plate, on which lay the white meat of the poor little bird.

      Beverly Simpson

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