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Kentucky (Kentucky, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
But I am going to stop writing, or even thinking about politics and everything connected with them if I can. I wish I had a pen that would make nothing but blots every time I start the subject. It is an evil one that drags my thoughts down to low and mean objects. There is an atmosphere of greed and vulgar shopkeeper prosperity about the whole Yankee nation that makes the very poverty and desolation of the South seem dignified in comparison. All the best people in the Border States-Kentucky, Missouri, Maryland, and poor little Delaware--were on our side, while the other kind sided with the Yankees. This is why all the soldiers and refugees from these States are so nice; the other sort staid at home to make money, which people with vulgar souls seem to think will make them ladies and gentlemen .. . . June 28, Wednesday Tom Cleveland and Jim Bryan spent the morning with us, and Jim says the young men of the village are trying to contrive some way of getting to the top of
Baltimore, Md. (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
rom Mrs. Crenshaw that I didn't expect to enjoy myself at all. July 16, Sunday The Elzeys' last day in Washington, and our last pleasant evening together. They took tea with us, and we tried hard to be cheerful, but the thought that we shall probably never all sit together again around that cheery old table, where so many friends have met, came like a wet blanket between us and mirth. The captain and Cousin Bolling are going to make their home in New Orleans. The Elzeys return to Baltimore. . . . When Touchy's turn came to say good-by, he didn't seem to know exactly how far to go, but Metta told him that if he grew up to be as nice as he is now, she would want to kiss him and couldn't, if we ever met again, so she would take the opportunity now-and so we gave the handsome boy a smack all round, and sent him off laughing. The general took leave earlier than usual, and with sad hearts we saw his soldierly figure in the well-known white army jacket, moving, for the last time,
Atlanta (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
led by these Yankees who are in the South, and see the working of things, I do not believe emancipation would be forced on us in such a hurry; but unfortunately, the government is in the hands of a set of crazy abolitionists, who will make a pretty mess, meddling with things they know nothing about. Some of the Yankee generals have already been converted from their abolition sentiments, and it is said that Wilson is deviled all but out of his life by the negroes in South-West Georgia. In Atlanta, Judge Irvin says he saw the corpses of two dead negroes kicking about the streets unburied, waiting for the public ambulance to come and cart them away. June 4, Sunday Still another batch of Yankees, and one of them proceeded to distinguish himself at once, by capturing a negro's watch. They carry out their principles by robbing impartially, without regard to race, color, or previous condition. ‘Ginny Dick has kept his watch and chain hid ever since the bluecoats put forth this act
Augusta (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
ther, and nobody is ashamed of it. We live from hand to mouth like beggars. Father has sent to Augusta for a supply of groceries, but it will probably be a week or more before they get here, and in ome of their eyes out. While we were at dinner Gardiner Foster and Sallie May Ford came in from Augusta, and left immediately after for Elberton. They say that when the prayer for the President of tafter breakfast there came an anonymous note to father saying that Capt. Cooley had started for Augusta on the morning train, but had left orders with one of his lieutenants to arrest Henry immediate a dirty little river steamer, hardly fit to ship cotton on. Capt. Cooley has returned from Augusta, and they say he is going to deal hardly with Henry. The young men of the county take so much raise the money. Col. Coulter Cabel, an army friend of Garnett's, en route from Richmond to Augusta, is stopping with us. He was a dashing cavalry officer in the dear old rebel army, but does not
Richmond (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
ging in the balance. We have to submit to everything put upon us, or humiliate ourselves still more by appealing . . . Three pages are missing here. This part of the Ms. is much torn and defaced. July 14, Friday Making calls all the morning with Mrs. Elzey, and came home to dinner very tired and hungry. The general and Mrs. Elzey are really going to leave on Monday with Capt. Hudson, if they can raise the money. Col. Coulter Cabel, an army friend of Garnett's, en route from Richmond to Augusta, is stopping with us. He was a dashing cavalry officer in the dear old rebel army, but does not look very dashy now, in the suit of seedy black resurrected from heaven knows where, to which the proscription of the gray and the exigencies of a Confederate pocketbook have reduced him. It is a droll thing to see the queer costumes our Confederate officers have brought to light out of old chests and lumber rooms, since they have had to lay aside their uniforms, but I like them better
Yazoo City (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
anges in store for both races, who were once so happy together. I wonder the Yankees do not shudder to behold their work. My heart sickens when I see our once fat, lazy, well-fed servants reduced to a condition as miserable as the most wretched of their brethren in Africa, and the grand old planters, who used to live like lords, toiling for their daily bread. Maj. Dunwody is trying to raise a little money by driving an express wagon between Washington and Abbeville, and Fred writes from Yazoo City that he found one of his old neighbors, the owner of a big plantation in the Delta, working as a deck-hand on a dirty little river steamer, hardly fit to ship cotton on. Capt. Cooley has returned from Augusta, and they say he is going to deal hardly with Henry. The young men of the county take so much interest in the affair, and express such sympathy with him, that there are threats of a general row. . . . Two ladies of our family have been insulted by Yankee soldiers. One of them me
Lucknow (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
The disappointed ones are as much incensed against their deliverers as against us, and when they rise, it will not be against either Yankee or Southerner, but against the white race. Unfortunately, many of them have been drilled and made into soldiers. They have arms in their hands, and when the time comes, will be prepared to act the part of the Sepoys in India, thanks to Northern teaching. At the beginning of the war I was frightened out of my senses, when I read the frightful story of Lucknow and Cawnpore, for fear something of the kind would happen here, but the negroes had not been corrupted by false teachings then, and we soon found that we had nothing to fear from them. Now, when I know that I am standing on a volcano that may burst forth any day, I somehow, do not feel frightened. It seems as if nothing worse could happen than the South has already been through, and I am ready for anything, no matter what comes. The strange part of the situation is that there was no dang
Anderson, South Carolina (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
of a gentleman in avoiding a difficulty which, in the excited state of public feeling, must have led to a general melee. My recollection is that his whole conduct, while in command of our town, was characterized by a desire to make his unpopular office as little offensive as possible, and I take pleasure in stating that his efforts were afterwards more fully appreciated by the people. Miss Kate Tupper is at her brother's, completely broken in health, spirit, and fortune. She was in Anderson (S. C.) during the horrors committed there, and Mr. Tupper thinks she will never recover from the shock. All her jewelry was taken except a gold thimble which happened to be overlooked by the robbers, and her youngest brother was beaten by the villains about the head and breast so severely that the poor boy has been spitting blood ever since. Old Mrs. Tupper, one of the handsomest and best-preserved old ladies of my acquaintance, turned perfectly gray in five days, on account of the anxieties
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 7
when I can help it, though they seem to be behaving better about Washington than in most other places. Capt. Schaeffer does not encourage thused of being implicated in the bank robbery, and brought them to Washington, but they have every one escaped, and I am glad of it. I would linsult to Cora and me, who made the first rebel one ever raised in Washington. And such a time as we had making it, too, for we had to work onbe found to prevent it. I loved the old Union, too — the Union of Washington and Jefferson --as much as I hate the new Union of compulsion andt a tempest was stirring outside. But I don't believe anybody in Washington would say anything bad about father; they all know him too well. rying to raise a little money by driving an express wagon between Washington and Abbeville, and Fred writes from Yazoo City that he found one joy myself at all. July 16, Sunday The Elzeys' last day in Washington, and our last pleasant evening together. They took tea with us,
Charlotte (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
say that my dear old mammy — Sophia by name — while so superior, and as genuine a lady as I ever knew, in other respects, shared the weakness of her race in regard to chastity. She was the mother of five children. Her two daughters, Jane and Charlotte, of nearly the same age as my sister Metta and myself, respectively, were assigned to us as our maids, and were the favorite playmates of our childhood. They were both handsome mulattoes, and Jane, particularly, I remember as one of the most aife here and an old one there that he don't want. He says he ain't a-goin‘ to leave a young ‘oman and go back to an old one. Mammy tells me all this gossip about the other negroes. She is not going to leave us till she can hear from Jane and Charlotte, who are supposed to be in Philadelphia. She says she will stay with us if she can't go to them, and more could not be expected of her. It is not in human nature that fidelity to a master should outweigh maternal affection, though mammy has a
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