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Gardiner Montgomery (search for this): chapter 8
estimated at the last census before the war, was in round numbers ,000,000, and at the next census after the war this valuation had fallen to ,000,000. At present (1907), after forty-five years of struggle and effort, the estimated wealth of the Empire State of the South still falls short by some ,000,000 of what it was in 1860. Aug. 27, Sunday The bolt has fallen. Mr. Adams, the Methodist minister, launched the thunders of the church against dancing, in his morning discourse. Mr. Montgomery wanted to turn his guns on us, too, but his elders spiked them. I could not help being amused when Mr. Adams placed dancing in the same category with bribery, gambling, drunkenness, and murder. He fell hard upon wicked Achan, who caused Israel to sin, and I saw some of the good brethren on the amen benches turn their eyes upon me. I was sitting near the pulpit, under full fire, and half-expected to hear him call me Jezabel, but I suppose he is reserving his heavy ammunition for the gra
Kate Tupper (search for this): chapter 8
t like a deliberate attempt to burlesque Metta and me. After all, there is a great deal that is farcical mixed up with all this tragedy we are living through. Dr. French has begun his reforms by giving out that he will remarry all negro couples who have not been lawfully married already by a Christian minister. He worded his notice in the most sensational style, like the news columns in the New York Herald, and ordered the white ministers of Washington to read it out from their pulpits. Mr. Tupper refused, but the other two complied. No private property could be obtained for the accommodation of the apostle and his followers — not that anybody objected to the harmless farce of remarrying the negroes, but nobody wanted their grounds polluted by the spoutings of such a creature. His very presence in a town where his first footfall would once have been his death warrant, is a sufficient disgrace. After fruitless efforts to secure father's, Cousin Will Pope's, and Mr. Barnett's gr
Emma Reed (search for this): chapter 8
el, and can tell me all about that part of the business. I will make a sensational article, with big headlines, and if the thing succeeds, I can make a good many other salable pieces out of what I see going on around me every day, especially about the freedmen and their doings. I will write as if I were a Yankee myself, and in this way get a better chance to hit the wretches a few good hard raps over the head that they would not take from a Southerner. July 29, Saturday I invited Emma 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. Pa
Sam Ampey Tatom (search for this): chapter 8
midst of it to tell me that she now had two names, like white folks. Oh, said I, laughing, what is your new name? Tatom; I'se Mrs. Tatom now, and Hamp is Mr. Sam Ampey Tatom. It sounded so like amputation that I could hardly keep a straigMrs. Tatom now, and Hamp is Mr. Sam Ampey Tatom. It sounded so like amputation that I could hardly keep a straight face. And how did Hamp get all that name? I asked. His grandfather used to belong to a Mr. Tatom, she answered, so he took his name for his entitles. Dr. French tole us we mus' all have surnames now, an‘ call our childern by ‘em, an‘ droMr. Sam Ampey Tatom. It sounded so like amputation that I could hardly keep a straight face. And how did Hamp get all that name? I asked. His grandfather used to belong to a Mr. Tatom, she answered, so he took his name for his entitles. Dr. French tole us we mus' all have surnames now, an‘ call our childern by ‘em, an‘ drop nicknames. I notice that the negroes seldom or never take the names of their present owners in adopting their entitles, as they call their surnames, but always that of some former master, and they go as far back as possible. It was the name ofa Mr. Tatom, she answered, so he took his name for his entitles. Dr. French tole us we mus' all have surnames now, an‘ call our childern by ‘em, an‘ drop nicknames. I notice that the negroes seldom or never take the names of their present owners in adopting their entitles, as they call their surnames, but always that of some former master, and they go as far back as possible. It was the name of the actual owner that distinguished them in slavery, and I suppose they wish to throw off that badge of servitude. Then, too, they have their notions of family pride. All these changes are very sad to me, in spite of their comic side.
Hardesty (search for this): chapter 8
egroes always were devoted to him, and well they might be, for he was a good, kind master to them. Emily's brother, Arch, comes to see us often, and takes Emily's children in hand and gives any of them a switching that need it. He is hired to Dr. Hardesty, but says that if Marse Fred can afford to keep him, he will stay with him when he comes back to Georgia. This state of things is about the best we can expect under the new regime, but there is no telling how long the Yankees will let well enance, and one could easily 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
Mary Anderson (search for this): chapter 8
any. I never was so tired in my life; every bone in my body felt as if it were ready to drop out, and my eyes were so heavy that I could hardly keep them open. I don't find doing housework quite so much of a joke as I imagined it was going to be, especially when we have company to entertain at the same time, and want to make them enjoy themselves. By the way, Mrs. Jordan says I was right in dusting the top shelves first, so the laugh is on the other side. After dinner Mrs. Jordan and Mary Anderson wanted to do some shopping, and then we went to make some visits. On our return home we met Dick and Emily, with their children, at the'front gate, going out to begin life for themselves. All their worldly possessions, considerably increased by gifts of poultry, meal, bacon, and other provisions-enough to last them till they can make a start for themselves, besides crockery and kitchen utensils that mother gave them, had gone before in a wagon. Dick's voice trembled as he bade me goo
Lane (search for this): chapter 8
e, Ed. Morgan has come to stay with us. Mrs. DuBose is very near her confinement, but fortunately she has friends enough with whom she can find shelter, and Gen. DuBose is on his way home. His bodyservant, who was severely wounded in one of our last battles while trying to carry his master some breakfast, is at the confiscated house, very ill, and the family are reduced to such straits that they can make no provision for him. This seems to distress Mrs. Toombs more than her own situation. Dr. Lane promised her to render the negro medical service, and if Gen. Wild was really as fond of the negroes as he pretends to be, he would provide the poor fellow with everything else he needs-but he leaves that to their rebel mastersthose cruel slaveholders whose chief delight was to torture and murder their negroes. July 31, Monday The best thing that has ever happened since the world began! Old Wild arrested! He had just established himself comfortably in Mrs. Toombs's house, where he
Kate Robertson (search for this): chapter 8
, and as soon as I could go to my room and be alone for awhile, I sat on the edge of the bed and relieved myself by taking a good cry, while Metta, like Rachael-refused to be comforted. But we had not long to indulge our feelings, for we had promised Minnie Evans to go to a dance she was giving for Ella Daniel, and we always stand by Minnie, though we would both a great deal rather have stayed at home. I was so tired that I made Jim Bryan tell the boys not to ask me to dance. Mett and Kate Robertson were in the same plight, so we hid off in a corner and called ourselves the broom-stick brigade. Kate is a splendid girl; she takes to hard work as unmurmuringly as if she had been used to it all her life, and always looks stylish and pretty, in the face of broom-sticks and dish-rags. Aug. 24, Thursday I had to be up early and clean up my room, though half-dead with fatigue. After breakfast I went out again with Mrs. Jordan, and we were almost suffocated by the dust. While we
Mary (search for this): chapter 8
hing Jenny did to spare him. He is accustomed to have people shake hands with him when they are introduced, as that is the only form of greeting he can perceive, and when Jenny introduced Mary Lane, he put out his hand as usual, for her to take. Mary wasn't noticing, and failed to respond, so Jenny quietly slipped her own hand into his, and he never knew the difference. I wonder, though, he didn't detect the subterfuge, for the touch of blind people is very sensitive, and Jenny's hand is so eur 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 heads. I hope, I answered, that my new shoes will come before I am strung up, for I believe the operation is very exposing to the feet. It seems unfeeling to jest about such things, and yet, we a
Boyce (search for this): chapter 8
nd me to go home with her and attend a big country dance at old Mrs. Huling's. We would like to go, but have no driver, and could not leave our work at home — to say nothing of the state of our wardrobes. I had no time to rest after dinner, being obliged to take a long walk on business and having neither carriage-driver nor errand-boy. I was so tired at night that I went to bed as soon as I had eaten my supper. Aug. 25, Friday The Ficklens sent us some books of fashion brought by Mr. Boyce from New York. The styles are very pretty, but too expensive for us broken-down Southerners. I intend always to dress as well as my means will allow, but shall attempt nothing in the way of finery so long as I have to sweep floors and make up beds. It is more graceful and more sensible to accept poverty as it comes than to try to hide it under a flimsy covering of false appearances. Nothing is more contemptible than brokendown gentility trying to ape rich vulgarity — not even rich vulg
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