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Civil War Photo Essay

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Jaquie Palen

on 27 January 2016

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Transcript of Civil War Photo Essay

Foraging for hay outside the lines of Virginia
Engine W. H. Whiton,
and President's car,
Alexandria, January, 1865
Bealeton, Va. Drum corps, 93d New York Infantry
Civil War photo essay
Beat! Beat! Drums!
Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows—through doors—
burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter
the congregation, into the school
where the scholar is studying, leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness
must he have now with his bride,
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace,
ploughing his field or gathering
his grain, so fierce you whirr and
pound you drums—so shrill
you bugles blow.

Beat! beat! drums!—blow!
bugles! blow! Over the traffic
of cities—over the rumble of
wheels in the streets;
Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Make no parley—stop for no expostulation,
Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer,
Mind not the old man beseeching the young man,
Let not the child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties,
Make even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses,
So strong you thump O terrible drums—so loud you bugles blow.

Street in Falmouth, Va.
By Walt Whitman
Are beds prepared for sleepers at night
in the houses? No sleepers must sleep in those beds,
No bargainers’ bargains by day—no brokers or speculators—would they continue?
Would the talkers be talking? Would the singer attempt to sing?
Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?
Then rattle quicker, heavier drums—you bugles wilder blow.

Crowd of people all going
in the same direction
Drum Corps, 30th Pennsylvania Infantry
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