My eye caught a dark form lying on the river bottom. It took me a few moments to comprehend what I had stumbled upon. Lying peacefully in the shallow waters of the river, only a few meters from shore, was a full-grown cougar. The contrast between the serenity of the scene I was witnessing and what must have played out here in the cougar’s final moments made me shiver. It was the first shiver of many, as I stripped down and waded out into the icy water to get this shot. x
HOLY HELL WHAT A FIND. This is one of my favorite photos ever now.
The Commander-in-Chief recommended cocked hats. This always means, hats cocked on three sides. I was assured that cocked hats were provided. I repeated the assurance to the officers. But the hats received are only capable of being cocked on one side, and the brim is otherwise so narrow, as to consult neither good appearance nor utility. They are also without cockades and loops.
Nothing is more necessary than to stimulate the vanity of soldiers. To this end, a smart dress is essential. When not at tended to, the soldier is exposed to ridicule and humiliation. If the articles promised to him are defective in quality or appearance, he becomes dissatisfied, and the necessity of excusing the public delinquency towards him, is a serious bar to the enforcement of discipline.”
Alexander Hamilton to James McHenry, May 18, 1799
Hamilton spent an embarrassing amount of time obsessing over the fashion of the army.
McHenry! You fucked up the hats! That is the worst thing you could have done! And it was totally your fault and not the milliner who filled the order’s fault!