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Wilkerson (search for this): chapter 7
e of their flags across the sidewalk, where we have to pass on our way to the bank, so I shall be forced to walk all around the square, in future, to keep from going under it. The decent people of the town celebrated this anniversary of our forefathers' folly by keeping themselves shut up at home-except those of us who celebrated it very appropriately by attending a funeral. Mary Wynn's mother died yesterday and was brought to town this afternoon for interment. Mrs. Ben Jordan and Mrs. Wilkerson came in with the cortege and dined at our house, and Mett and I couldn't do less than go with them to the funeral. It was three o'clock, and the heat and dust nearly killed me, but as the old lady had to die anyway, I am glad she furnished such a lugubrious celebration for the glorious Fourth. The Yankees gained it no favor, waking people up before day with their vexatious salutes. Every good rebel, as he turned over in bed, gave them and their day a silent execration for disturbing h
Richard Hobbs (search for this): chapter 7
. There is going to be awful times among the black folks, she says. Some of ‘em ‘ll work, but most of ‘em won't without whippin‘, and them what won't work will steal from them that does, an‘ so nobody won't have nothin‘. She will never leave us, unless to go to her children. June 8, Thursday A letter came from sister while we were at table, giving an account of her experience with the Yankees. The only way she can manage to write to us is by keeping a letter always on hand with Mr. Hobbs, in Albany, to be forwarded by any opportunity he finds. We write to her by sending our letters to Gus Bacon, in Macon, and he has so much communication with Gum Pond that he can easily forward them there. The chief difficulty is in getting them from here to Macon. Nobody has money to travel much, so it is a mere chance if we find anybody to send them by. The express will carry letters, but it is expensive and uncertain. Capt. Hudson has been amusing himself by teaching Marshal
Joe Barnett (search for this): chapter 7
llars you have made out of me. Put it in your pocket; it will pay your board bill for a month, and get you two or three drinks besides. The captain turned to Mr. Barnett, who was standing by, and asked: What is the law in this country? Is a man allowed to defend himself when he is insulted? That depends on the nature of the insult, Mr. Barnett answered. Do you think this one sufficient to warrant me in knocking that man down? inquired the Yankee. I do think so, said Mr. Barnett. Yes! cried Charley, if you have any spirit in you, you ought to knock me down. Just come and try it, if you want a fight; I am ready to accommodate you. ButMr. Barnett. Yes! cried Charley, if you have any spirit in you, you ought to knock me down. Just come and try it, if you want a fight; I am ready to accommodate you. But it seems he wasn't spoiling for a fight after all, and concluded that it was beneath the dignity of a United States officer to engage in a street broil. It is the mature judgment of Philip sober that this Federal officer was acting the part of a gentleman in avoiding a difficulty which, in the excited state of public feeling, m
Piercy Shafton (search for this): chapter 7
wd .... It really would have been comical if it hadn't turned out so seriously. Our Beau Brummel came blundering home just before supper, while I was talking with some visitors on the piazza, with just sense enough left to know that he couldn't trust himself. He tried very hard not to betray his condition, and spoke with such a precision and elaboration of utterance that I could hardly keep from laughing outright. When the visitors had gone he began to protest, in language worthy of Sir Piercy Shafton, that he was not drunk-he never did such an ungentlemanly thing as that-but only a little tight, and then asked in a tone of the most exaggerated courtesy, like a courtier addressing his sovereign, if I would not have a brush and comb brought out to him on the piazza, so that he could make himself presentable before mother saw him! It was all so absurd that I fairly roared, in spite of myself. I lit a candle and started him upstairs to his room, where he managed, somehow or other, to
Cotting (search for this): chapter 7
er day. None of us knows exactly what did happen. The boys (Henry and Garnett) wouldn't stay to hear, and we are all afraid to ask father, because some of us would be sure to say something that would start a family row. If it wasn't for Cousin Liza and her little black umbrella, that go poking into everything, we should never have known what 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. I wish Mr. Cotting and Mr. Akerman were both a thousand miles away. They are his chief cronies, and I shouldn't be surprised if they were at the bottom of the whole thing. July 4, Tuesday I was awakened at daybreak by the noisy salutes fired by the Yankees in honor of the day. They had a nigger barbecue out at our old picnic ground, the Cool Spring, where they no doubt found themselves in congenial society, with their black Dulcineas. They have strung up one of their flags across the sidewalk, wher
Mary (search for this): chapter 7
Cousin Bolling came over this afternoon, and we had a pleasant little chat together till the buggy was brought round for Mary and me to drive. We went out the Abbeville road, and met four soldiers just released from the hospitals, marching cheerild to enjoy telling of their adventures. Two of them had very bright, intelligent faces, and one smiled so pleasantly that Mary and I agreed it was worth driving five miles just to see him. I told them that the sight of their gray coats did my heart ouse next Monday. Jule Toombs has gone out with her, and several others are invited to meet us there. The more I know of Mary, the better I like her; she is so thoroughly good-hearted . . June 14, Wednesday We all spent the morning at Mrs. Prass buttons and gold lace. Gen. Elzey took tea with us and the Lawtons called afterwards to see Col. Cabel. Capt. and Mary Semmes, Ed Morgan, Will Ficklen, and a number of others, came round in the face of a big thunder cloud, to dance. We had
Irwin (search for this): chapter 7
shioned quadrilles for the benefit of those who did not dance the round dances, but the square dances seem very tame to me, in comparison with a good waltz or a galop. Capt. Semmes is delightful to dance with. He supports his partner so well, with barely the palm of his hand touching the bottom of your waist. Metta and I are both charmed with him. Instead of the quiet, reserved sort of person he seemed when I first met him at the time of his marriage, he is as jolly and full of fun as Capt. Irwin himself. When I spoke to him about it, he laughed and said: How could you expect a man to be anything but solemn at his own wedding? I turned the tables by saying it was the woman's time to look solemn afterwards. We kept up a sort of mock warfare the whole evening, and I don't know when I have ever laughed more. You can be so free and easy with a married man and let him say things you wouldn't take from a single one. He and Cousin Bolling nicknamed me Zephyr because they said my hai
Coulter Cabel (search for this): chapter 7
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 whd to lay aside their uniforms, but I like them better in the meanest rags to which they can be reduced than I did even in the palmiest days of brass buttons and gold lace. Gen. Elzey took tea with us and the Lawtons called afterwards to see Col. Cabel. Capt. and Mary Semmes, Ed Morgan, Will Ficklen, and a number of others, came round in the face of a big thunder cloud, to dance. We had a merry evening and kept it up till 12 o'clock. The general danced round dances for the first time in fiv
Toby (search for this): chapter 7
ther, but people about to be robbed of their carriage horses are not in a mood for seeing the pleasant side of things and nobody took any notice of him, except old Toby, who is too sensible a dog and too good a Confederate to tolerate the enemies of his country. I don't know how father and Garnett managed it, but the fellow finally went off without the horses, followed by a parting growl from Toby. After this interruption we resumed our conversation, and became so much interested that father, Garnett, Capt. Hudson, and I sat up till twelve o'clock, much to the disgust of Mett and Mary Day, who were trying to sleep, in rooms overlooking the piazza. Itper, but it was too hot for exercise, so we went out on the lawn and sang Confederate songs. Some Yankee soldiers crept up behind the rose hedge and listened, but Toby's bark betrayed them, so we were careful not to say anything that would give them an excuse for arresting us. I love all the dear old Confederate songs, no matter
Porter Alexander (search for this): chapter 7
t one. June 5, Monday Went to call on Mrs. Elzey with some of our gentlemen, and talk over plans for a moonlight picnic on Thursday or Friday night; then to see Mrs. Foreman, and from there to the Alexanders. On my return home, found Porter Alexander in the sitting-room, and Garnett came in soon after with Gen. Elzey, who staid to dinner. Mother was dining out, but fortunately I had a good dinnermock turtle soup, mutton chops, roast lamb with mint sauce, besides ham and vegetables. Aftleman with whom Cousin Liza boarded that summer she spent in Carolina before the war, were treated so brutally that Mr. Tupper would not repeat the circumstances even to his wife. Oh, how I do hate the wretches! No language can express it. Mr. Alexander tells me about a friend of his in Savannah who has taught her children never to use the word Yankee without putting some opprobrious epithet before it, as a hateful Yankee, an upstart of a Yankee, a thieving Yankee, and the like; but even thi
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