Letters say the roads to Washington are black with contrabands. They are coming not in squads, but in battalions.
(Liberator, 1862, April 11, pg 3)
In Baltimore a few days since, a little fellow while at play in the street was approached by a gang of boys, whose ages ranged from 12 to 16 years, and asked if he was a Union boy. The little fellow replied “yes” whereupon the whole gang of juvenile ruffians fell upon and beat him until he was nearly dead, and then shoved him into the flue of a brick kiln, where he was subsequently found just alive by his parents.
(Liberator , 1862, April 11, pg 3)
