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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), General Beauregard's report of the battle of Drury's Bluff. (search)
of her place and no hungry soldiers ever were fed at her table. When this animated picture and figure of famine stalked in her yard, the old lady was prepared for hostilities immediately. The sad faced defender of the soil, asked in a humble way: Please marm, lend me your iron pot? Man, I haven't no iron pot for you! Please marm, I wont hurt it. You don't s'pose I am agwine to lend you my pot to carry it to camp, do you? I would never see it again. Go over there where Mrs. Hanger lives, she will lend hers to you. Marm I will bring your pot back, hope I may die if I don't. I wont take it out of the yard and will kindle the fire here. What do you want with it? said the old lady. I want to bile some stone soup, answered the soldier, looking plaintively at the questioner. Stone soup! What's stone soup? and the old lady's curiosity began to rise. How do you make it, and what for? Marm, replied the sad faced infantryman, ever since the war began, the
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 2 (search)
of her place and no hungry soldiers ever were fed at her table. When this animated picture and figure of famine stalked in her yard, the old lady was prepared for hostilities immediately. The sad faced defender of the soil, asked in a humble way: Please marm, lend me your iron pot? Man, I haven't no iron pot for you! Please marm, I wont hurt it. You don't s'pose I am agwine to lend you my pot to carry it to camp, do you? I would never see it again. Go over there where Mrs. Hanger lives, she will lend hers to you. Marm I will bring your pot back, hope I may die if I don't. I wont take it out of the yard and will kindle the fire here. What do you want with it? said the old lady. I want to bile some stone soup, answered the soldier, looking plaintively at the questioner. Stone soup! What's stone soup? and the old lady's curiosity began to rise. How do you make it, and what for? Marm, replied the sad faced infantryman, ever since the war began, the