ions were taken.
They have cried wolf so often that we didn't pay much attention to it, and besides, what could we do, anyway?
After dinner we all went to our rooms as usual, and I sat down to write.
Presently some one knocked at my door and said: The Yankees have come, and are camped in Will Pope's grove.
I paid no attention and went on quietly with my writing.
Later, I dressed and went down to the library, where Dr. Cromwell was waiting for me, and asked me to go with him to call on Annie Pope.
We found the streets deserted; not a soldier, not a straggler did we see. The silence of death reigned where a few hours ago all was stir and bustle-and it is the death of our liberty.
After the excitement of the last few days, the stillness was painful, oppressive.
I thought of Chateaubriand's famous passage: Lorsque dans le silence de l'abjection &c. News of the odious arrival seems to have spread like a secret pestilence through the country, and travelers avoid the tainted spot.