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Gardiner Foster (search for this): chapter 2
hidden up the chimney, and gave us the use of her dining table and dishes-such of them as the Yankees had left — to spread our lunch on. While Charles and Crockett, the servants of Dr. Shine and the colonel, were unpacking our baskets in the dining-room, all our party assembled in the little parlor, the colonel was made master of ceremonies, and a general introduction took place. The Texas captain gave his name as Jarman; the shabby lieutenant in the war-worn uniform-all honor to it-was Mr. Foster, of Florence, Ala.; the Baltimorean was Capt. Mackall, cousin of the commandant at Macon, and the colonel himself had been a member of the Confederate Congress, but resigned to go into the army, the only place for a brave man in these times. So we all knew each other at last and had a good laugh together over the secret curiosity that had been devouring each of us about our traveling companions, for the last twenty-four hours. Presently Crockett announced supper, and we went into the dini
I. Across Sherman (search for this): chapter 2
I. Across Sherman's track (December 19-24, 1864） Explanatory note.-At the time of this narrat old home. But in the fall of 1864, while Sherman's army was lying around Atlanta like a pent —ht, when once across the line, than at home. Sherman had industriously spread the impression that ver gits to Gordon, they'll be good walkers. Sherman's done licked that country clean; d-n me ef yere doubtless many brave and honorable men in Sherman's army who would not stoop to plunder, and whrred to the official correspondence between Gen. Sherman and Gen. Wade Hampton in regard to the treaw, while here and there, lone chimney-stacks, Sherman's Sentinels, told of homes laid in ashes. Ths, but we told them we didn't care to imitate Sherman's manners. A mile or two further on we were event more exciting than a church fair, till Sherman's army marched through and gave them such a ssuch a pitiful account of the plight in which Sherman had left him that we felt as mean as a lot of[4 more...]<
George Palmer (search for this): chapter 2
I thought I had never seen anything so bright and comfortable before. When Mrs. Palmer, the landlady, learned who Metta and I were, she fairly hugged us off our fehat the cup was made sweeter by the magic of three pair of fair hands. Then Mrs. Palmer's jar of pickles was brought out and presented with a little tableau scene sh grace, but I hadn't that excuse, and never felt so foolish in my life. Mrs. Palmer's chamber, in which Metta and I were to sleep, was a shed room of not very i to turn very cold, and the scanty supply of bedclothes the Yankees had left Mrs. Palmer was not enough to keep me warm. Then it began to rain in torrents, and presches of sleep between the wildest bursts of the storm. Early in the morning Mrs. Palmer and Jenny came in with bowls and pans to put under the leaks. There were soeen lighted on the hearth, we made haste to dress, before it burned out. Mrs. Palmer had contrived to spread us a scanty breakfast of hot waffles, fresh sausages
Wade Hampton (search for this): chapter 2
family plate and household goods and the burning of their homes as a part of legitimate warfare. There were doubtless many brave and honorable men in Sherman's army who would not stoop to plunder, and who did the best they could to keep from making war the hell their leader defined it to be, but these were not the kind who would be likely to get lost. Those readers who care to inform themselves fully on the subject, are referred to the official correspondence between Gen. Sherman and Gen. Wade Hampton in regard to the treatment of foragers. About three miles from Sparta we struck the Burnt country, as it is well named by the natives, and then I could better understand the wrath and desperation of these poor people. I almost felt as if I should like to hang a Yankee myself. There was hardly a fence left standing all the way from Sparta to Gordon. The fields were trampled down and the road was lined with carcasses of horses, hogs, and cattle that the invaders, unable either to
Joe Barnett (search for this): chapter 2
a gentleman, with a confidence as beautiful as the loyalty that inspired it. Under no other social regime, probably, have young girls been allowed such liberty of intercourse with the other sex as were those of the Old South--a liberty which the notable absence of scandals and divorces in that society goes far to justify. Dec. 24, 1864, Saturday Here we are in Macon at last, and this is the first chance I have had at my journal since we left home last 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 the train literally crammed with people going on the same journey with ourselves. Since the destruction of the Georgia, the Macon & Western, and the Central railroads by Sherman's army, the whole tide of travel between the eastern and western portions of our poor little Confederacy flows across the country from Mayfield to Gordon. Me
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,
Cranford (search for this): chapter 2
left Milledgeville, and it began to rain in earnest. Then we lost the road, and as if that were not enough, the bride dropped her parasol and we had to stop there in the rain to look for it. A new silk parasol that cost four or five hundred dollars was too precious to lose. The colonel and the captain went back half a mile to get a torch, and after all, found the parasol lying right under her feet in the. body of the wagon. About nine o'clock we reached Scotsborough, the little American Cranford, where the Butlers used to have their summer home. Like Mrs. Gaskell's delightful little borough, it is inhabited chiefly by aristocratic widows and old maids, who rarely had their quiet lives disturbed by any event more exciting than a church fair, till Sherman's army marched through and gave them such a shaking up that it will give them something to talk about the rest of their days. Dr. Shine and the Texas captain had gone ahead of the wagon and made arrangements for our accommodation
Troup Butler (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, aw a big lightwood fire blazing in the parlor chimney, I thought I had never seen anything so bright and comfortable before. When Mrs. Palmer, the landlady, learned who Metta and I were, she fairly hugged us off our feet, and declared that Mrs. Troup Butler's sisters were welcome to her house and everything in it, and then she bustled off with her daughter Jenny to make ready their own chamber for our use. She could not give us any supper because the Yankees had taken all her provisions, but s
Mackall (search for this): chapter 2
he Texas captain gave his name as Jarman; the shabby lieutenant in the war-worn uniform-all honor to it-was Mr. Foster, of Florence, Ala.; the Baltimorean was Capt. Mackall, cousin of the commandant at Macon, and the colonel himself had been a member of the Confederate Congress, but resigned to go into the army, the only place foron is nine points of the law, and this advantage we determined not to forego. The Gordon passengers began to crowd in on us till we could hardly breathe, and Capt. Mackall, in no gentle terms, ordered them out. High words passed, swords and pistols were drawn on both sides, and a general fight seemed about to take place. Mett annow swollen to a torrent. Part of the flooring of the bridge was washed down stream and our only foothold was a narrow plank, hardly wider than my two hands. Capt. Mackall charged himself with my parcels, and Mr. Belisle was left to look after the trunks. Strong-headed men walked along the sleepers on either side, to steady any
Sidney Lanier (search for this): chapter 2
g-room when I entered and made a very singular, not to say, striking appearance, with his snowwhite hair framing features of such a peculiar dark complexion that he made me think of some antique piece of wood-carving. The impression was strengthened by a certain stiffness of manner that is generally to be noticed in all men of Northern birth and education. Not long after, Harry 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 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
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