Harriet Tubman: Slave, freedom fighter, crusader for women's rights, civil war nurse
This strongly anti-Confederate satire is a fantastical vision of the Union defeat of the secessionist movement. A hideous monster representing secession emerges from the water at left. He is hit by a charge from a mammoth cannon "Death to Traitors!" operated by Uncle Sam (right). A two-faced figure representing Baltimore, whose allegiance to the Union was at least questionable during the war, pulls at Uncle Sam's coattails. The explosion sends several small demons, representing the secessionist states, hurling through the air. Prominent among them is South Carolina, in a coffin at upper right. Tennessee and Kentucky, two Southern states internally divided over the secession question, are represented by two-headed creatures. Virginia, though part of the Confederacy, is also shown divided--probably an acknowledgment of the Appalachian and eastern regions' alignment with the Union. Among the demons is a small figure of Tennessee senator and 1860 presidential candidate John Bell, with a bell-shaped body. In the foreground is a large American flag on which Winfield Scott, commander of the Union forces, and a bald eagle rest. Despite the imprinted copyright date, the print, according to the inscription on the Library's impression, seems to have been registered for copyright on June 14 but not deposited until July 10, 1861.
Civil War Timeliine
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword, His truth is marching on. CHORUS: Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on. CHORUS He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His Judgement Seat. Oh! Be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. CHORUS In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on. CHORUS
I wish I was in the land of cotton, Old times there are not forgotten; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land. In Dixie land where I was born in Early on one frosty mornin’ Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land. Then I wish I was in Dixie, Horray! Horray! In Dixie land I’ll take my stand. To live and die in Dixie, Away, Away, Away down south in Dixie, Away, Away, Away down south in Dixie,
This image of Company E of the Fourth U.S. Colored Infantry at Fort Lincoln in Washington, D.C., is often published in articles and books about African Americans in the Civil War. Credit: Library of Congress.