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Norfolk (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
get rifles, and one stately old gentleman with his dueling pistols! Companies fell in, under any volunteering the command; same started on the terrible march to Rocketts, full three miles off; and each courier, or staff officer lashing by, followed at a run. None paused to recall that the dreaded ship was a single one; and that she would have to pass Drewry's Bluff, eight miles below. Still the hubbub raged, in spite of formal denial from the War Department that there was any ship above Norfolk; until woman's wit calmed the storm. Some one repeated Miss Howell's quiet speech to her, on the steps of the White House. It flew from lip to lip, was caught by popular fancy, and laughed the bugaboo out of court in one round. The President's sister-in-law had only said: How is the Pawnee coming; on wheels? These people forget that there is no water above Drewry's Bluff, and her guns do not carry half the distance. Shame brought revulsion that reason had not, and the panic allaye
Atlanta (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
tion parties, where rank told nothing, and where the only refreshment that came in, that intoxicant — a woman's voice and eyes. Then came the Dies Irae, when the Southern Rachel sat in the ashes of her desolation and her homespun was sackcloth. And even then she rose supreme. By her desolate hearth, with her larder empty, and only her aching heart full, she still forced a smile for the home coming boy, through the repressed tears for the one left-somewhere in the fight. In Richmond, Atlanta, Charleston and elsewhere was she bitter and unforgiving? If she drew her faded skirt-ever a black one, in that case — from the passing blue, was it treason, or human nature? Thinkers, who wore the blue, have time and oft declared the latter. Was she unreconstructed? Her wounds were great and wondrous sore. She was true then to her faith. That she is so to-day to the reunited land, let the fathers of Spanish war heroes tell. She needs no monument; it is reared in the hearts of true m
Rocketts (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
onium reigned. Men rushed home, flew back to the Capitol Square, with shotguns, target rifles, and one stately old gentleman with his dueling pistols! Companies fell in, under any volunteering the command; same started on the terrible march to Rocketts, full three miles off; and each courier, or staff officer lashing by, followed at a run. None paused to recall that the dreaded ship was a single one; and that she would have to pass Drewry's Bluff, eight miles below. Still the hubbub raged, many a Sunday, a few months later, these same women assembled in their churches and worshipped calmly and unnoting, while the dull boom of great guns made dread discordance with the hymnal. Thence, bravely as gently, they moved almostas one, to Rocketts, Chimborazo Heights, or other hospital, to receive the incoming loved ones—of their own kith, or with unknown faces, alike—and then— To do for those dear ones that woman alone in her pity can do. During the entire war—and through the enti
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
ntion of some fear-crazed brain; more probably the cruel hoax of some thoughtless wag—but the grewsome whisper ran round every church simultaneously: The Pawnee is coming! That whisper was enough. It caused ten times the consternation that the close cannonading for months did a brief year later; and it fluttered dainty bodices as the whine of the Minnie, or the whoo of the shell over the battlefields did not do in still later trials of the leaguer. The Pawnee was a not very terrible United States cruiser, and her captain was reputed to Git onto Uncle Jeffs har! as a member from a border State expressed it. First singly, then in pairs; quickly in battalions, the congregations melted into the outer air. Making history as they went, crowds converged to Capitol Hill, where the dingy doors were tightly closed for peace, and where The great First Rebel point the storied past! Thence it surged into the throng without Dr. Hoge's church. That divine had never paused in his read
China (China) (search for this): chapter 1.27
then— To do for those dear ones that woman alone in her pity can do. During the entire war—and through the entire South——it was the hospital that illustrated the highest and best traits of the tried and stricken people. Doubtless, there was good work done by the women of the North, and much of it. Happily, for the sanity of the nation, American womanhood springs from one common stock. It is ever true to its own, as a whole—and, for aught I shall deny—individually. But behind that Chinese wall of wood and steel blockade, then nursing was not an episode. It was grave duty, grim labor; heartbreaking endurance—all self-imposed, and lasting for years, yet shirked and relinquished only for cause. But the dainty little hands that tied the red bandage, or held the artery, unflinching; the nimble feet that wearied not by fever cot, or operating table, the active months of war, grew nimbler still on bridle, or in the dance when the boys came home. This was sometimes on f
Capitol Hill (United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
nths did a brief year later; and it fluttered dainty bodices as the whine of the Minnie, or the whoo of the shell over the battlefields did not do in still later trials of the leaguer. The Pawnee was a not very terrible United States cruiser, and her captain was reputed to Git onto Uncle Jeffs har! as a member from a border State expressed it. First singly, then in pairs; quickly in battalions, the congregations melted into the outer air. Making history as they went, crowds converged to Capitol Hill, where the dingy doors were tightly closed for peace, and where The great First Rebel point the storied past! Thence it surged into the throng without Dr. Hoge's church. That divine had never paused in his reading; Mr. Davis had never turned his eyes from him, and the two steadfast women in that pew had probably never looked upon a preacher with such strained interest. So only-by a look or gesture—Dr. Hoge had to silence the fear—born whispers. Then when the—surely not lengthe<
Montgomery (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
mininity. At that date war was a mere shadow of a name; and rigors had paled no feminine cheek, nor denuded her fluffiest gown or frill or flaunting ribbon. Richmond women were eager to inspect the flounces and furbelows of their incoming cousins. All the churches were packed; the one where Mr. Davis and his family sat under the then famous Dr. Hoge, literally overflowing to the streets. [Mr. De Leon trips in this statement in his entertaining communication. Mr. Davis was then at Montgomery, Ala., the first capital of the Confederacy, and was besides, an Episcopalian, and attended, while in Richmond, St. Paul's Church, under the ministration of the late Rev. Charles Minnigerode, D. D., of beloved memory. He was seated in St. Paul's on the Sunday of April 2, 1865, when he received from General Lee intelligence of the intention to evacuate Richmond, and this incident of the Dies Irae of April 3, 1865, was doubtless the occasion of the lapsus memoriae of Mr. De Leon. The ludi
Drewry's Bluff (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
the command; same started on the terrible march to Rocketts, full three miles off; and each courier, or staff officer lashing by, followed at a run. None paused to recall that the dreaded ship was a single one; and that she would have to pass Drewry's Bluff, eight miles below. Still the hubbub raged, in spite of formal denial from the War Department that there was any ship above Norfolk; until woman's wit calmed the storm. Some one repeated Miss Howell's quiet speech to her, on the steps of It flew from lip to lip, was caught by popular fancy, and laughed the bugaboo out of court in one round. The President's sister-in-law had only said: How is the Pawnee coming; on wheels? These people forget that there is no water above Drewry's Bluff, and her guns do not carry half the distance. Shame brought revulsion that reason had not, and the panic allayed itself. I may add that no one paused to analyze either the brilliant woman's hydrography or her gunnery. That was not needed
New Orleans (Louisiana, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
Southern women in the Civil war. [from the New Orleans, la., Picayune, June 12, 1904.] T. C. Deleon's eloquent tribute to their courage. What they did for wounded and suffering soldiers. The Hospital offered opportunities for heroism. The great German who wrote: Honor to woman! to her it is given To garden the earth with roses of heaven! precisely described the Confederate conditions—a century in advance. True, constant, brave and enduring, the men were; but the women set even the bravest and most steadfast an example. Nor was this confined to any one section of the country. The girl with the calico dress, of the lowland farms; the merry mountain maid, of the hill country, and the belles of society in the cities, all vied with each other in efforts to serve the men who had gone to the front to fight for home and for them. And there was no section of the South where this desire to do all they might, and more was oftener in evidence than another. In ever
Pawnee City (Nebraska, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
ent of the Dies Irae of April 3, 1865, was doubtless the occasion of the lapsus memoriae of Mr. De Leon. The ludicrous Pawnee scare of Sunday, April 21, 1861, was only three days after the passing of the Ordinance of Secesson by the Virginia conve more probably the cruel hoax of some thoughtless wag—but the grewsome whisper ran round every church simultaneously: The Pawnee is coming! That whisper was enough. It caused ten times the consternation that the close cannonading for months did awhine of the Minnie, or the whoo of the shell over the battlefields did not do in still later trials of the leaguer. The Pawnee was a not very terrible United States cruiser, and her captain was reputed to Git onto Uncle Jeffs har! as a member fromlar fancy, and laughed the bugaboo out of court in one round. The President's sister-in-law had only said: How is the Pawnee coming; on wheels? These people forget that there is no water above Drewry's Bluff, and her guns do not carry half the d
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