prison, asked if we knew Sam. We could not recall him, but without doubt had met him, and assured her that wherever Sam was, if in a Union prison he had enough to eat; a good bed and all the comforts of life, more than he would have at home.
They questioned us about our Yankee women.
They said they had heard that they wore good clothes and had jewelry; we told them they had been rightly informed, and they said, “Why, you all have no slaves; where do they get them?”
Our answer was that our women worked.
We told them of the mills in Lowell
, of the shoe shops in Lynn
, and other places where women were employed.
“Well,” they said, “we would like nice dresses and jewelry, but we could not work; no woman could be a lady and work.”
So those poor deluded creatures were happy in thinking they were ladies, while they wore dirty homespun dresses, ate hog and corn-bread, and smoked pipes in the chimney corner.
When it came bedtime Frank and I were puzzled what to do. The rain came down in torrents and we had been so wet and cold, besides being very tired, we thought it best to remain over night, but there were only two beds in the room and eight people for them; where did we come in?
One of the women got up and from under one of the beds brought out an old quilt and a blanket; she said we could make a “shake-down” before the fire.
We were glad of that, for we had had no chance to skirmish since we started, and there were too many of us
for a bed. The women went behind a curtain that was let down in front of the beds, undressed the children, tucked two in one bed and three in the other; the man and wife slept with two, the sister with three.