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ad anything to eat at all, were provided only with army rations, so Mett and I shared with them the good things we had brought from home. We offered some to Hans, and this started Sam off again: Now, Wappy, see that! he cried. The rebel ladies feed you; remember that the next time you go to burn a house down, or steal a rebel lady's watch! I say, he shouted, putting his lips to Hans's ear, as the Dutchman seemed not to understand, remember how the rebel ladies fed you, when you turn Yank agin and go to drivin‘ women out-o‘--doors and stealin‘ their clothes. Fortunately for Wappy's peace of mind he didn't know enough English to take in the long list of Yankee misdeeds that Sam continued to recount for his benefit, although he assured us that he could unterstant vat man say to him besser als he could dalk himselbst. The captain suspected him of putting on, and laughed at Metta and me for wasting sympathy on him, but the lieutenant shared our feelings, and I liked him for i<
Sam Weller (search for this): chapter 2
comer proved to be a very amusing character, and we nicknamed him Sam Weller, on account of his shrewdness and rough-and-ready wit. He was dree business with firearms? Sometimes, when they was in a hurry, Mr. Weller explained, with that horrible, grim irony of his, the guns would ons or an escaped lunatic from the state asylum in his nightgown, Sam Weller jumped up, exclaiming: Galvanized, galvanized! Stop, drive Grief to drive on without taking any further notice of him, but Sam Weller assured us that the country people would certainly hang him if th relish the companionship very much, though he said nothing. But Sam Weller couldn't let him rest, and immediately began to berate him for hi, and I liked him for it. Just before reaching Milledgeville, Sam Weller got down to walk to his home, which he said was about two miles bldn't understand. Now, don't lose the poor wretch, I said to Mr. Weller, as they moved off together. No, no, miss, I won't do that,
called. He said that Mary This attractive and accomplished young woman afterwards became the wife of Sidney Lanier, America's greatest poet. was in Savannah, cut off by Sherman so that they could get no news of her. He didn't even know whether mother's invitation had reached her. Gussie and Mary Lou Lamar followed the Days, and I was kept so busy receiving callers and answering inquiries about Mett that I didn't have time to find out how tired and sleepy I was till I went to bed. Judge Vason happened to be at the hotel when we arrived, and insisted that we should pack up and go with him to Albany next day and stay at his house till we were both well rid of the measles — for it stands to reason that I shall take it after nursing Metta. He said that it had just been through his family from A to Z, so there was no danger of our communicating it to anybody there. Then Mrs. Edward Johnston came and proposed taking us to her house, and on Dr. Shine's advice I decided to accept th
Augusta (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
tretched through the entire length of our State. The Georgia Railroad, running from Atlanta to Augusta, had been destroyed to the north of us, and the Central of Georgia, from Macon to Savannah, wasman had industriously spread the impression that his next move would be on either Charleston or Augusta, and in the latter event, our home would be in the line of danger. Southwest Georgia was at thsome male acquaintance rather than take the railroad journey of fifty miles from our village to Augusta, alone; and when I was sent off to boarding school, I remember, the great desideratum was to fi Monday. Father went with us to Barnett, and then turned us over to Fred, who had come up from Augusta to meet us and travel with us as far as Mayfield. At Camack, where we changed cars, we found re Fred turned us over to Mr. Belisle, and went in to spend the night there, so as to return to Augusta by the next train. I felt rather desolate after his departure, but we soon got into conversati
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tle town of Washington, where our home was situated, and after it had swept over the capital of the State, reaching Milledgeville November 23d, rolled on toward Savannah, where the sound of merry Christmas bells was hushed by the roar of its angry waters. Meanwhile the people in our part of Georgia had had time to get their bire length of our State. The Georgia Railroad, running from Atlanta to Augusta, had been destroyed to the north of us, and the Central of Georgia, from Macon to Savannah, was intact for only sixteen miles; that part of the track connecting the former city with the little station of Gordon having lain beyond the path of the invadeHarry Day called. He said that Mary This attractive and accomplished young woman afterwards became the wife of Sidney Lanier, America's greatest poet. was in Savannah, cut off by Sherman so that they could get no news of her. He didn't even know whether mother's invitation had reached her. Gussie and Mary Lou Lamar followe
Thomasville (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
I. Across Sherman's track (December 19-24, 1864) Explanatory note.-At the time of this narrative, the writer's eldest sister, Mrs. Troup Butler, was living alone with her two little children on a plantation in Southwest Georgia, between Albany and Thomasville. Besides our father, who was sixty-two when the war began, and a little brother who was only twelve when it closed, we had no male relations out of the army, and she lived there with no other protector, for a good part of the time, than the negroes themselves. There were not over a hundred of them on the place, and though they were faithful, and nobody ever thought of being afraid on their account, it was lonely for her to be there among them with no other white person than the overseer, and so the writer and a younger sister, Metta, were usually sent to be her companions during the winter. The summers she spent with us at the old home. But in the fall of 1864, while Sherman's army was lying around Atlanta like a pen
Macon (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
Georgia camp of instruction for conscripts, in Macon, we set out under the protection of a reliable Dec. 24, 1864, Saturday Here we are in Macon at last, and this is the first chance I have h them? asked the lieutenant. Sent ‘em to Macon, double quick, was the laconic reply. Got ‘emil just at nightfall, when within two miles of Macon, the train suddenly stopped and we were told twith it came travelers who had walked out from Macon bringing confirmation of the report that no aradies in the car, too; we had paid our fare to Macon, and they intended to see that we got there. r would be sent out to meet the passengers for Macon on the other side of the creek and take us to to connect, as they rolled out of the depot in Macon. It was eight o'clock before our transfer,get aboard, it was nearly ten when we reached Macon. But as soon as they were heard approaching, ht it was nothing but measles. When we got to Macon, Dr. Shine further relieved my mind by assurin[2 more...]<
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 2
unger sister, Metta, were usually sent to be her companions during the winter. The summers she spent with us at the old home. But in the fall of 1864, while Sherman's army was lying around Atlanta like a pent — up torrent ready to burst forth at any moment, my father was afraid to let us get out of his sight, and we all stood waiting in our defenseless homes till we could see what course the destroying flood would take. Happily for us it passed by without engulfing the little town of Washington, where our home was situated, and after it had swept over the capital of the State, reaching Milledgeville November 23d, rolled on toward Savannah, where the sound of merry Christmas bells was hushed by the roar of its angry waters. Meanwhile the people in our part of Georgia had had time to get their breath once more, and began to look about for some way of bridging the gap of ruin and desolation that stretched through the entire length of our State. The Georgia Railroad, running fr
Providence, R. I. (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
ey were literal sans culottes. Some one who had just come from the other side advised us to unload the wagon and make two trips of it, as it was doubtful whether the mules could pull through with such a heavy load. The Yankees had thrown dead cattle in the ford, so that we had to drive about at random in the mud and water, to avoid these uncanny obstructions. Our gentlemen, however, concluded that we had not time to make two trips, so they all piled into the wagon at once and trusted to Providence for the result. We came near upsetting twice, and the water was so deep in places that we had to stand on top of the trunks to keep our feet dry. Safely over the swamp, we dined on the scraps left in our baskets, which afforded but a scanty meal. The cold and wind had increased so that we could hardly keep our seats, but the roads improved somewhat as we advanced, and the aspect of the country was beautiful in spite of all that the vandalism of war had done to disfigure its fair face
Montgomery (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
to press the wagon in case of necessity, to take the party to Gordon, and all being now ready, we moved out of Sparta. We soon became very sociable with our new companions, though not one of us knew the other even by name. Mett and I saw that they were all dying with curiosity about us and enjoyed keeping them mystified. The captain said he was from Baltimore, and it was a sufficient introduction when we found that he knew the Elzeys and the Irwins. and that handsome Ed Carey I met in Montgomery last winter, who used to be always telling me how much I reminded him of his cousin Connie. Just beyond Sparta we were halted by one of the natives, who, instead of paying forty dollars for his passage to the agent at the hotel, like the rest of us, had walked ahead and made a private bargain with Uncle Grief, the driver, for ten dollars. This Yankee trick raised a laugh among our impecunious Rebs, and the lieutenant, who was just out of a Northern prison, and very short of funds, thanked
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