Slouching towards Appomattox

So Joe Klein posts this on the death of Jody Powell:

He was a civil war buff, the descendent of seven--he claimed--confederate southern soldiers and I began the Rolling Stone story with a quote from W.J. Cash's incredible The Mind of the South about the confederate soldier, slouching, disheveled, undisciplined and lethal. I wish I could replicate that quote here, but I can't seem to find the piece on the internets--kudos to the reader who can...because, to my mind, it's the ultimate tribute to the man.

And I find this, via Amazon's "look inside book" feature, without too much trouble:

To the end of his service this soldier could not be disciplined. He slouched. He would never learn to salute in the brisk fashion so dear to the hearts of the professors of mass murder. His "Cap'n" and "Gin'ral" were likely to pass his lips with a grin -- were charged always with easy, unstudied familiarity. He could and did find it in himself to jeer openly and unabashed in the face of Stonewall Jackson when the austere Presbyterian captain rode along his lines. And down to the final day at Appomattox his officers knew that the way to get him to execute an order without malingering was to flatter and to jest, never to command too brusquely and forthrightly. And yet -- and yet -- and by virtue of precisely these unsoldierly qualities, he was, as no one will care to deny, one of the world's very finest fighting men.

Aside from the h/t from Anonymous himself, what interests me is how different his recollection and the original are, and yet how clear it was that this was what he was looking for.