The Battered and Bruised...

...Here we have come upon a waif of the deluge, -- a token of the dispersion of peoples, the survival of the fittest, the stock and cradle of a race.

Mounted on a pile of worldly goods that might have been blown together by the four winds, or rolled up by the waves of as many lost civilizations, crowded into a vehicle till it was a vehicle no longer, as it could neither carry nor go,

Sat supreme the irrepressible "man and brother" himself, surrounded by his ebony tokens of the earth's replenishment,

-- Proof and promise of plenty, -- cheerful, hopeful, imperturbable, all of them alike, trusting to luck as ever...

From: The Passing of the Armies, Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain describes coming upon costly casualties of battle.