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Montgomery (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
nation of Yankee shopkeepers. July 28, Friday One continued stream of notes and messengers and visitors all day long. I hardly had time to eat my breakfast. I spent most of the morning nursing John Moore's family, who are all sick with the measles. We had a dance at Mrs. Margaret Jones's in the evening, and I don't think I ever enjoyed anything more in my life. I nearly danced my feet off, in spite of the hot weather. Between dances, I enjoyed a long tete-a-tete with my old Montgomery friend, Dr. Calhoun, who looks so much like Henry. He is a Cousin of Corrie and Gene, who are visiting the Robertsons. He came over from Carolina yesterday, and called to see me as soon as he got here, but I was out. It was really a pleasure to see him again. Gen. Wild has left off his murder cases for the present, and turned his attention to more lucrative business — that everlasting bank robbery. Some ten thousand dollars have been recovered from negroes in whose hands it was fou
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 8
k Herald, and ordered the white ministers of Washington to read it out from their pulpits. Mr. Tupp will probably never be known. The people of Washington wanted to entertain the ladies in their homet remain long under arrest. Those people at Washington are capable of anything, and if he should be just like the quiet antebellum days, before Washington had become such a thoroughfare, and our housht here have nearly all gone their ways, and Washington is becoming nothing but a small, dull countrrning and came back this afternoon. We left Washington immediately after breakfast, and reached Woond Lee, that star of light before which even Washington's glory pales, crouching on his knees befores very anxious to visit some of the girls in Washington, I hear, but says that he knows he would not. I understand that some of them have given Washington over to destruction, and the country people uesday Capt. Cooley is to be removed and Washington is to have a new commander. Everybody regre[3 more...]
Providence, R. I. (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
eadman caused his arrest. While we were at supper there was heard a noise precisely like the firing of a cannon, but a rumbling sound that followed immediately after, convinced us it was only a peal of thunder. After we got up from the table, Henry took me aside and told me that it really was the old cannon, which some young harebrains among the boys had determined to fire off for joy at Alva's arrest. The rumbling of thunder which accompanied it seems almost like an interposition of Providence to save our young rebels from the possible consequences of their imprudence. Anyway, the old blunderbuss never opened its mouth in a better cause. After supper, Capt. Semmes, the last of our war friends, took his leave. He sets out for New Orleans on Wednesday, but will return in a month or two for his family. I expect Gen. Wild will have you up by the thumbs next, he said to me laughing, as he moved away. You and Miss Metta and Mary would make a pretty trio, with your three red h
Baltimore, Md. (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
asily have gotten some Yankee, or other low person, to write the address for him. Willie says it is in the cramped hand of an illiterate person, such as people of this sort might be expected to write. Aug. 7, Monday Dr. Hardesty left for Baltimore and we sent off a big mail to be posted by him thereletters to the Elzeys and other friends. Garnett brought Taz Anderson and Dr. McMillan home to dinner. It seemed just like the quiet antebellum days, before Washington had become such a t on the road to get water, or peaches and melons, and sometimes to have a chat with the people. On reaching home, I found that sister had arrived, with the children. There was a big mail, too, with letters from our friends in Richmond and Baltimore, and a quantity of Northern papers they sent us. I hate the Yankees more and more, every time I look at one of their horrid newspapers and read the lies they tell about us, while we have our mouths closed and padlocked. The world will not hear
Africa (search for this): chapter 8
to know their place, but the Yankees have spoiled them by making a hobby of them. They never did know how to treat negroes, anyway, and if they don't mind, they will raise a spirit which it will be out of their power to lay. The negro troops are said to be better fed, better clothed, and better paid, than any others in the army, and there is a good deal of jealousy already between them and their white comrades. Serves them right. I wish every wretch of them had a strapping, loudsmelling African tied to him like a Siamese twin, and that Wild had one on both sides. Oh, how I hate them! I will have to say Damn! yet, before I am done with them. Aug. 2, Wednesday Wild and French have gone their way; the Reign of Terror in our town is over for the present. If the Yankees cashier Wild, it will give me more respect for them than I ever thought it possible to feel. He is the most atrocious villain extant. Before bringing the Chenaults to town, he went into the country to thei
Fort Delaware (Delaware, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
ts own cities nor feed its own soldiers; how could it help crowding its prisoners and giving them hard fare? I have seen both Northern and Southern prisoners, and the traces of more bitter suffering were shown in the pinched features and half-naked bodies of the latter than appeared to me even in the faces of the Andersonville prisoners I used to pass last winter, on the cars. The world is filled with tales of the horrors of Andersonville, but never a word does it hear about Elmira and Fort Delaware. The Augusta Transcript was suppressed, and its editor imprisoned merely for publishing the obituary of a Southern soldier, in which it was stated that he died of disease contracted in the icy prisons of the North. Splendid monuments are being reared to the Yankee dead, and the whole world resounds with paeans because they overwhelmed us with their big, plundering armies, while our Southern dead lie unheeded on the fields where they fought so bravely, and our real heroes, our noblest a
St. Paul (Minnesota, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
ma Reed and Miss Ann Simpson to tea, and a terrible thunder storm came up that kept them here all night. Marsh went to a children's party in the afternoon, and came home sick. Garnett spent the day at a barbecue, with the usual result, so between them and the thunder, which always frightens me out of my wits, I was not in a very lively mood. I spent the morning making tomato catsup. My eyes are getting so bad that I can hardly write half a page without stopping to rest them. Well might St. Paul pray to be delivered from this Thorn in the flesh. July 30, Sunday The latest sensation is the confiscation of the Toombs residence. Gen. Wild went up there to-day and turned Mrs. Toombs out in the most brutal manner. He only allowed her to take her clothing and a few other personal effects, peering into the trunks after they had been packed, and even unrolling Mrs. Toombs's nightgowns to see if anything contraband was concealed in them. A little pincushion from her workstand whi
Sallie Chenault (search for this): chapter 8
pelled to drop it to the waist . . . Disappointed at not finding any other plunder, the Yankees took their watches and family jewelry, and $150 in gold that Mr. Chenault had saved through the war. I have this from Mrs. Reese, who got it from Sallie Chenault herself, after they were released. After searching the ladies, they kept them in the woods all day, while they searched and plundered the house. Miss Chenault says she doesn't suppose there was much left in the house worth having, when theMiss Chenault says she doesn't suppose there was much left in the house worth having, when the Yankees and negroes had gone through it. I believe all the ladies have now been released by Col. Drayton, except Mrs. Nish Chenault, who is detained on a charge of assault and battery for slapping one of her own negro women who was insolent to her! How are the tables turned! This robbery business furnishes a good exposition of Yankee character. Each one that meddles with it goes off with some of the gold sticking to his fingers, and then gets into trouble with the others, who are afraid th
Columbia (search for this): chapter 8
ed to Augusta, and on the point of being hanged, when a hitch in the evidence saved his life. The Yankees themselves confessed to having fired two shots, of which the dead man, and a bullet lodged in the wall, were proof positive. But the negroes, not knowing the importance of their admission (for want of being properly coached, no doubt) gave evidence that only two shots in all had been fired. When they found that it went against them, the Yankees tried to throw out the negro evidence altogether, but here Miss Columbia's passion for her black paramour balked them. Mr. Rhodes's life was saved, but his property was confiscated — when did a Yankee ever lose sight of the plunder?--while the wretch who shot his brother-in-law was merely removed from Greensborough to another garrison. This and the Chenault case are samples of the peace they are offering us. Heaven grant me rather the horrors of war! [Note.-The rest of the Ms. is missing, the last pages being torn from the book.
Brewer Pope (search for this): chapter 8
couldn't sleep, either, after going to bed, because Mett went off to her own room next to father's and left me alone in the end room, with that awful garret door between me and everybody else in the house. I am like the little boy that said he wasn't afraid to go through the graveyard alone at night, he was just ashamed. I don't believe in ghosts, but they make me just as nervous as if I did-and that big garret is such a horrible, gloomy place. July 27, Thursday Seabrook Hull and Brewer Pope called at 5 o'clock this afternoon, which put me out of temper because I am never up so early this hot weather. Took tea at the Lawtons, where we had a delightful evening. I am always so frightened and uneasy in the streets after dark that it greatly detracts from the pleasure of going out. We can generally avoid the Yankees by taking the back streets, but the negroes swarm in every by-way and rarely condescend to give up the sidewalk, so we have to submit to the indignity of being
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