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Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 3
't keep them here a day if the government at Washington didn't force them on us. And yet they lay alroduction to me, thinking I had gone back to Washington. He and John Garnett, one of our far-off Vi whom the tide of war has stranded in little Washington. Mrs. Gairdner's husband was an officer in h places at once. They write us that little Washington has gotten to be the great thoroughfare of to, when he spent a night with Col. Alison in Washington. It was a different thing being a rebel in news. I feel anxious to get back now, since Washington is going to be such a center of interest. Itrange all this seems for dear, quiet little Washington! It must be delightful there, with all thos Callaway and his father have just come from Washington with such glowing accounts of the excitement to be Wallace Brumby. He says that he left Washington two weeks ago, and is water-bound here, on he we want to. Communication between here and Washington is so interrupted that I don't suppose they [1 more...]
Wilkes (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
el's book as many a poor negro that I know. About noon a cavalryman stopped at the door and asked for dinner. As we eat late, and the man was in too big a hurry to wait, sister senthim a cold lunch out in the entry. It was raining very hard, and the poor fellow was thoroughly drenched, so after he had eaten, sister invited him to come into the parlor and dry himself. It came out, in the course of conversation, that he was from our own part of Georgia, and knew a number of good old Wilkes County families. He was on his way to the Altamaha, he said, and promised to do his best to keep the raiders from getting to us. Jan. 21, Saturday. Albany, Ga I never in all my life knew such furious rains as we had last night; it seemed as if the heavens themselves were falling upon us. In addition to the uproar among the elements, my slumbers were disturbed by frightful dreams about Garnett. Twice during the night I dreamed that he was dead and in a state of corruption, and I could
Abbeville, S. C. (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
to be the great thoroughfare of the Confederacy now, since Sherman has cut the South Carolina R. R. and the only line of communication between Virginia and this part of the country, from which the army draws its supplies, is through there and Abbeville. This was the old stage route before there were any railroads, and our first rebel president traveled over it in returning from his Southern tour nearly three-quarters of a century ago, when he spent a night with Col. Alison in Washington. Ity of news. I feel anxious to get back now, since Washington is going to be such a center of interest. If the Yanks take Augusta, it will become the headquarters of the department. Mrs. Butler says a train of 300 wagons runs between there and Abbeville, and they are surveying a railroad route. Several regiments are stationed there and the town is alive with army officers and government officials. How strange all this seems for dear, quiet little Washington! It must be delightful there, wit
Albany (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
ith her. Metta and I are to spend next week in Albany with Mrs. Sims, if we are not all water-bound rs from getting to us. Jan. 21, Saturday. Albany, Ga I never in all my life knew such furiouner time and Mrs. Sims determined to return to Albany, in spite of high waters and the threatening aMacon at the same time, and a large party from Albany will go that far with us. I have so much compa at daybreak, and on the train, ready to leave Albany. Albert and Jimmy were there, of course, besialdwin, and Clint Spenser and Joe Godfrey from Albany, had come over to dinner, and not finding anybe people from Gopher Hill and a good many from Albany were invited, but very few attended on accounthour before the train was due. At the depot in Albany, Albert Bacon, Joe Godfrey, Mr. Baldwin, and Gh the Joyners, anyway. March 21, Tuesday. Albany Pouring down rain again, but the carriage hHowdy do, Miss Fanny; you made a short trip to Albany. We all jumped up from the table and began [20 more...]
Gopher Hill (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
r of my sister's husband. Col. Maxwell, of Gopher Hill, was an uncle of my brother-in-law, the own up with Flora Maxwell and Capt. Rust, from Gopher Hill. Flora has a great reputation for beauty, y Flora and the captain have returned to Gopher Hill, whither Metta, Mecca, and I are invited to were there to meet us with conveyances for Gopher Hill. It is worth the journey from Pine Bluff tut. On the other side of the creek, towards Gopher Hill, we came to an old Indian clearing where arthough it is fourteen years since then. Gopher Hill is seven miles from the station. It is lika dinner party to which all the people from Gopher Hill and a good many from Albany were invited, bwas company invited to spend the evening at Gopher Hill, so off we went in the rain. We took a neww over, and in a short time we were back at Gopher Hill. Though it was very late, we began to danc But the whole country between Wooten's and Gopher Hill is really flooded. One bridge that we cros[5 more...]
Atlanta (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
s rapidly as it had risen. We bid our soldier friends good-by, and drove away to the Mallarys', where we spent a pleasant day and night. Gen. and Mrs. Dahlgren called after dinner and said that we ought to have stopped with them. Mrs. Dahlgren is a beautiful woman, and only twentytwo years old, while her husband is over sixty. He is a pompous old fellow and entertained us by telling how his influence made Gen. Joseph E. Johnston commander-in-chief of the Army of Tennessee; how Hood lost Atlanta by not following his (Dahlgren's) advice; how he was the real inventor of the Dahlgren gun, which is generally attributed to his brother, the Yankee admiral-and so on. March 23, Thursday We left the Mallarys' soon after breakfast and were successful in crossing the creek. It seems hard to believe that this stream, which is giving so much trouble now, will be as dry as a baked brick next summer. The road on the other side was fairly good and we got home long before dinner-time. No
Alabama (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
arm. Feb. 26, Sunday Flora and the captain have returned to Gopher Hill, whither Metta, Mecca, and I are invited to follow on Friday, when sister goes up to Macon. Jimmy Callaway and his father have just come from Washington with such glowing accounts of the excitement and gayety there that I am distracted to go back home. If father don't write for us to come soon, I think we will go to Chunnenuggee by way of Eufaula and the Chattahoochee, and if Thomas's raiders catch us over in Alabama, father will wish he had let us come home. After dinner I took Mecca over to the Praise House to hear the negroes sing. I wish I was an artist so that I could draw a picture of the scene. Alfred, one of the chief singers, is a gigantic creature, more like an ape than a man. I have seen pictures of African savages in books of travel that were just like him. His hands and feet are so huge that it looks as if their weight would crush the heads of the little piccaninnies when he pats them
Three Bridges (New Jersey, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
over their wine after dinner, we ladies sat in the parlor making cigarettes for them. The evening was spent at cards, which bored me not a little, for I hate cards; they are good for nothing but to entertain stupid visitors with, and Col. Blake and Miss Connor do not belong in that category. Mett says she don't like the old colonel because he is too pompous, but that amuses me,--and then, he is such a gentleman. The newspapers bring accounts of terrible floods all over the country Three bridges are washed away on the Montgomery & West Point R. R., so that settles the question of going to Montgomery for the present. Our fears about the Yankees are quieted, too, there being none this side of the Altamaha, and the swamps impassable. Jan. 14th, Saturday Brother Troup and Maj. Higgins left for Macon, and sister drove to Albany with them. She expects to stay there till Monday and then bring Mrs. Sims out with her. We miss Maj. Higgins very much; he was good company, in spite
Columbus (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
few days as I pass through. Feb. 9, Thursday We are in Albany-Mett, Mrs. Meals, and I-on our way to Americus, where I am going to consult Cousin Bolling Pope about my eyes. They have been troubling me ever since I had measles. We had hardly got our hats off when Jim Chiles came panting up the steps. He had seen the carriage pass through town and must run round at once to see if a sudden notion had struck us to go home. After tea came Capt. Hobbs, the Welshes, and a Mr. Green, of Columbus, to spend the evening. Mrs. Welsh gives a large party next Thursday night, to which we are invited, and she also wants me to stay over and take part in some theatricals for the benefit of the hospitals, but I have had enough of worrying with amateur theatricals for the present. Feb. 10, Friday We had to get up very early to catch the seven o'clock train to Americus. Jim met us at the depot, though there were so many of our acquaintances on board that we had no special need of an es
Boston (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
of the different size of the rolls, the top one being the largest. It was very stylish. I wish my hair was long enough to dress that way, for I am getting very tired of frizzes; they are so much trouble, and always will come out in wet weather. We were so much interested that we stayed at Cousin Bolling's too long and had to run nearly all the way back to the depot in order to catch our train. On the cars I met the very last man I would have expected to see in this part of the world --my Boston friend, Mr. Adams. He said he was on his way to take charge of a Presbyterian church in Eufaula, Ala. He had on a broadcloth coat and a stovepipe hat, which are so unlike anything worn by our Confederate men that I felt uncomfortably conspicuous while he was with me. I am almost ashamed, nowadays, to be seen with any man not in uniform, though Mr. Adams, being a Northern man and a minister, could not, of course, be expected to go into the army. I believe he is sincere in his Southern sympa
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