While I can jump down and turn around, surely you know that King Cotton doesn't come in until late August. All I'd have now is a bale of seedlings, which aren't good for much except replanting, and prayer that the roots take.

On your suggestion I dispatched Ms. Scarlett back to her home in the escourt of the Army of the Potomac, under the watchful eyes of Gen. Joseph Hooker. Are you suggesting this was bad advice on your part? If so, I believe he is on his way Chancellorsville.