ALL QUIET ON THE
ROANOKE.
The noise of the
battle is over and we are longer harassed by war's dread alarms, but can now
sit down, eat our fresh shad and herring and drink our peach and honey in peace
and quiet.
A BROKER'S OFFICE.
Our provost marshal,
Major Bartholomew of the 27th Massachusetts, has opened a broker's office,
where he is exchanging salt and amnesty for allegiance oaths, and as this is
the fishing season, he is driving a right smart business. The natives for miles
around come in droves, take the oath, get their amnesty papers and an order for
salt, and after being cautioned not to be found breaking their allegiance they
go away happy. There are probably some honest men among them who would like to
do about right if they dared to, but the whole thing looks ludicrous, for there
is evidently not one in a hundred of them who would ever think of taking the
oath were it not for the hope of obtaining a little salt. The boys call it the
salt oath.
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