and day the women would cook for him and share their last morsel.
This, too, when they themselves had actually sown and harvested the grain that made the bread, and in some instances had carried the meal on their heads from a distant mill.
A lady of genuine grace and accomplishments, whose brother is a United States
senator, and whose husband was a representative in Congress, walked one day nine miles and carried a bag of meal to her home from the mill, that she might feed her children and the soldiers when they should call at her house, where, until the last servant was taken and the last horse impressed, she had formerly enjoyed the luxuries of life.
Not for a moment did the ladies of the South
ever falter in their devotion to its cause during the war. The men sometimes wavered and deserted and courted favor with the victorious invaders, but the women, never.
To them the men who did so were ever afterward objects of their mistrust and silent scorn.
The gallant, patient soldier was to them a hero and an idol.
There were women who would have died to shield him from harm.