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Kenneyville Not Rated 85 min Thriller 2. Specchio, Specchio delle mie brame 24 min Short, Comedy, Romance 5. I was laughing still, so I said, "Wait," while I prepared for some last piece of folly, but he smiled for the first time, and throwing his arm around me, said, "Come home, you rogue!

He left us in the hall, saying he must go to Charlie's a moment, but to leave the door open for him. So we went up, and I ran in his room, and lighted his gas for him, as I did every night when we went up together.

In a little while I heard him come in and go to his room. I knew nothing then; but next day, going into mother's room, I saw him standing before the glass door of her armoir, looking at a black coat he had on.

Involuntarily I cried out, "Oh, don't, Hal! It looks -" here I went out as abruptly as I came in; that black coat so tightly buttoned troubled me.

He came to our room after a while and said he was going ten miles out in the country for a few Page 12 days. I begged him to stay, and reproached him for going away so soon after he had come home.

But he said he must, adding, "Perhaps I am tired of you, and want to see something new. I'll be so glad to get back in a few days. Walking out to Mr.

Davidson's that evening, Lydia and I sat down on a fallen rail beyond the Catholic graveyard, and there she told me what had happened.

The night before, sitting on Dr. Woods's gallery, with six or eight others who had been singing, Hal called on Mr.

Henderson to sing. He complied by singing one that was not nice. Sparks got up to leave, and Hal said, "I hope we are not disturbing you?

As soon as he was gone, his son, who I have since heard was under the influence of opium, - though Hal always maintained that he was not, - said it was a shame to disturb his poor old father.

Hal answered, "You heard what he said. We did not disturb him. That is a name that none of our family has either merited or borne with; and quick as thought Hal sprang to his feet and struck him across the face with the walking-stick he held.

The blow sent the lower part across the balcony in the street, as the spring was loosened by it, while the upper part, to which was fastened the sword - for it was father's sword-cane - remained in his hand.

Dawson in "Annie Laurie! Certainly he did not perceive it, until the other whined piteously he was taking advantage over an unarmed man; when, cursing him, he Harry threw it after the body of the cane, and said, " Now we are equal.

Henderson threw himself on Mr. Sparks and dragged him off. It was a little while after that Harry came for us.

The consequence of this was a challenge from Mr. Sparks in the morning, which was accepted by Harry's friends, who appointed Monday, at Greenwell, to meet.

Lydia did not tell me that; she said she thought it had been settled peaceably, so I was not uneasy, and only wanted Harry to come back from Seth David's soon.

The possibility of his fighting never occurred to me. Sunday evening I was on the front steps with Miriam and Dr.

Woods, talking of Harry and wishing he would come. Still later, Miriam, father, and I were in the parlor, when there was a tap on the window, just above his head, and I saw a hand, for an instant.

Father hurried out, and we heard several voices; and then steps going away. Mother came down and asked who had been there, 1 Note by Mrs.

Dawson: Bowie knife. Page 14 but we only knew that, whoever it was, father had afterward gone with them. Mother went on: "There is something going on, which is to be kept from me.

Every one seems to know it, and to make a secret of it. When father came back, Harry was with him. I saw by his nod, and "How are you, girls," how he wished us to take it, so neither moved from our chairs, while he sat down on the sofa and asked what kind of a sermon we had had.

And we talked of anything except what we were thinking of, until we went upstairs. Hal afterwards told me that he had been arrested up there, and father went with him to give bail; and that the sheriff had gone out to Greenwell after Mr Sparks.

He told me all about it next morning, saying he was glad it was all over, but sorry for Mr. Sparks; for he had a blow on his face which nothing would wash out.

I said, "Hal, if you had fought, much as I love you, I would rather he had killed you than that you should have killed him. I love you too much to be willing to see blood on your hands.

But Baton Rouge was wild about it. Sparks was the bully of the town, having nothing else to do, and whenever he got angry or drunk, would knock down anybody he chose.

That same night, before Harry met Page 15 him, he had slapped one man, and had dragged another over the room by the hair; but these coolly went home, and waited for a voluntary apology.

So the mothers, sisters, and intimate friends of those who had patiently borne the blows, and being "woolled," vaunted the example of their heroes, and asked why Dr.

Morgan had not acted as they had done, and waited for an apology? Then there was another faction who cried only blood could wash out that blow and make a gentleman of Mr.

Sparks again, - as though he ever had been one! So knots assembled at street corners, and discussed it, until father said to us that Monday night, "These people are so excited, and are trying so hard to make this affair worse, that I would not be surprised if they shot each other down in the street," speaking of Harry and the other.

Hal seemed to think of it no more, though, and Wednesday said he must go to the city and consult Brother as to where he should permanently establish himself.

I was sorry; yet glad that he would then get away from all this trouble. I don't know that I ever saw him in higher spirits than he was that day and evening, the 24th.

Lilly and Charlie were here until late, and he laughed and talked so incessantly that we called him crazy. We might have guessed by his extravagant spirits that he was trying to conceal something from us.

He went away before daybreak, and I never saw him again. Page 16 April 26th, There is no word in the English language that can express the state in which we are, and have been, these last three days.

Day before yesterday, news came early in the morning of three of the enemy's boats passing the Forts, and then the excitement began.

It increased rapidly on hearing of the sinking of eight of our gunboats in the engagement, the capture of the Forts, and last night, of the burning of the wharves and cotton in the city while the Yankees were taking possession.

To-day, the excitement has reached the point of delirium. I believe I am one of the most self-possessed in my small circle; and yet I feel such a craving for news of Miriam, and mother, and Jimmy, who are in the city, that I suppose I am as wild as the rest.

It is nonsense to tell me I am cool, with all these patriotic and enthusiastic sentiments. Nothing can be positively ascertained, save that our gunboats are sunk, and theirs are coming up to the city.

Everything else has been contradicted until we really do not know whether the city has been taken or not. We only know we had best be prepared for anything.

So day before yesterday, Lilly and I sewed up our jewelry, which may be of use if we have to fly. I vow I will not move one step, unless carried away.

Come what will, here I remain. We went this morning to see the cotton burning - a sight never before witnessed, and probably never again to be seen.

Wagons, drays, - everything Page 17 that can be driven or rolled, - were loaded with the bales and taken a few squares back to burn on the commons.

Negroes were running around, cutting them open, piling them up, and setting them afire. All were as busy as though their salvation depended on disappointing the Yankees.

Later, Charlie sent for us to come to the river and see him fire a flatboat loaded with the precious material for which the Yankees are risking their bodies and souls.

Up and down the levee, as far as we could see, negroes were rolling it down to the brink of the river where they would set them afire and push the bales in to float burning down the tide.

Each sent up its wreath of smoke and looked like a tiny steamer puffing away. Only I doubt that from the source to the mouth of the river there are as many boats afloat on the Mississippi.

The flatboat was piled with as many bales as it could hold without sinking. Most of them were cut open, while negroes staved in the heads of barrels of alcohol, whiskey, etc.

Others built up little chimneys of pine every few feet, lined with pine knots and loose cotton, to burn more quickly. There, piled the length of the whole levee, or burning in the river, lay the work of thousands of negroes for more than a year past.

It had come from every side. Men stood by who owned the cotton that was burning or waiting to burn. They either helped, or looked on cheerfully.

Charlie owned but sixteen bales - a matter of some fifteen hundred dollars; Page 18 but he was the head man of the whole affair, and burned his own, as well as the property of others.

A single barrel of whiskey that was thrown on the cotton, cost the man who gave it one hundred and twenty-five dollars. It shows what a nation in earnest is capable of doing.

Only two men got on the flatboat with Charlie when it was ready. It was towed to the middle of the river, set afire in every place, and then they jumped into a little skiff fastened in front, and rowed to land.

The cotton floated down the Mississippi one sheet of living flame, even in the sunlight. It would have been grand at night. But then we will have fun watching it this evening anyway; for they cannot get through to-day, though no time is to be lost.

Hundreds of bales remained untouched. An incredible amount of property has been destroyed to-day; but no one begrudges it.

Every grog-shop has been emptied, and gutters and pavements are floating with liquors of all kinds. So that if the Yankees are fond of strong drink, they will fare ill.

Yesterday, Mr. Hutchinson and a Dr. Moffat called to ask for me, with a message about Jimmy. I was absent, but they saw Lilly.

Jimmy, they said, was safe. Though sick in bed, he had sprung up and had rushed to the wharf at the first tap of the alarm bell in New Orleans.

But as nothing could be done, he would probably be with us to-day, bringing mother and Miriam. I have neither heard nor seen more.

The McRae, they said, went to the bottom Page 19 with the others. They did not know whether any one aboard had escaped.

God be praised that Jimmy was not on her then! The new boat to which he was appointed is not yet finished. So he is saved!

I am distressed about Captain Huger, and could not refrain from crying, he was so good to Jimmy. But I remembered Miss Cammack might think it rather tender and obtrusive, so I dried my eyes and began to hope he had escaped.

Hutchinson was on his way above, going to join others where the final battle is to be fought on the Mississippi.

He had not even time to sit down; so I was doubly grateful to him for his kindness. I wish I could have thanked him for being so considerate of me in my distress now.

In her agitation, Lilly gave him a letter I had been writing to George when I was called away; and begged him to address it and mail it at Vicksburg, or somewhere; for no mail will leave here for Norfolk for a long while to come.

The odd part is, that he does not know George. But he said he would gladly take charge of it and remember the address, which Lilly told him was Richmond.

I wanted to calm his anxiety about us, though I was so wildly excited that I could only say, "Don't mind us! We are safe. But fight, George!

Fight for us! I meant so much, too! I only wanted him to understand he could best defend us there. Page 20 Yankee! And if you want to know what an excited girl can do, just call and let me show you the use of a small seven-shooter and a large carving-knife which vibrate between my belt and my pocket, always ready for emergencies.

April 27th. What a day! Last night came a dispatch that New Orleans was under British protection, and could not be bombarded; consequently, the enemy's gunboats would probably be here this morning, such few as had succeeded in passing the Forts; from nine to fifteen, it was said.

And the Forts, they said, had not surrendered. I went to church; but I grew very anxious before it was over, feeling that I was needed at home.

When I returned, I found Lilly wild with excitement, picking up hastily whatever came to hand, preparing for instant flight, she knew not where.

The Yankees were in sight; the town was to be burned; we were to run to the woods, etc. If the house had to be burned, I had to make up my mind to run, too.

So my treasure-bag tied around my waist as a bustle, a sack with a few necessary articles hanging on my arm, some few quite unnecessary ones, too, as I had not the heart to leave the old and new prayer books father had given me, and Miriam's, too; - pistol and carving-knife ready, I stood awaiting the exodus.

I heaped on the bed the treasures I wanted to burn, matches lying ready to fire the whole at the Page 21 last minute. I may here say that, when all was over, I found I had omitted many things from the holocaust.

This very diary was not included. It would have afforded vast amusement to the Yankees. There may yet be occasion to burn them, and the house also.

So, when the excitement calmed down, poor Lilly tumbled in bed in a high fever in consequence of terror and exertion.

For this was not the Will Pinckney I saw last. So woebegone! No trace of his once merry self. He is good-looking, which he never was before.

But I would rather never have seen him than have found him so changed. I was talking to a ghost. His was a sad story. He had held one bank of the river until forced to retreat with his men, as their cartridges were exhausted, and General Lovell omitted sending more.

They had to pass through swamps, wading seven and a half miles, up to their waists in water. He gained the edge of the swamp, saw they were over the worst, and fell senseless.

Two of his men brought him milk, and "woke him up," he said. His men fell from exhaustion, were lost, and died in the swamp; so that out of five hundred, but one hundred escaped.

This he told quietly and sadly, looking so heartbroken that it was piteous to see such pain. He Page 22 showed me his feet, with thick clumsy shoes which an old negro had pulled off to give him; for his were lost in the swamp, and he came out bare-footed.

They reached the Lafourche River, I believe, seized a boat, and arrived here last night. His wife and child were aboard.

Heaven knows how they got there! The men he sent on to Port Hudson, while he stopped here. I wanted to bring his wife to stay with us; but he said she could not bear to be seen, as she had run off just as she had happened to be at that moment.

In half an hour he would be off to take her to his old home in a carriage. There he would rejoin his men, on the railroad, and march from Clinton to the Jackson road, and so on to Corinth.

A long journey for men so disheartened! But they will conquer in the end. Beauregard's army will increase rapidly at this rate.

The whole country is aroused, and every man who owns a gun, and many who do not, are on the road to Corinth. We will conquer yet.

May 5th. Vile old Yankee boats, four in number, passed up this morning without stopping. After all our excitement, this "silent contempt" annihilated me!

What in the world do they mean? The river was covered with burning cotton; perhaps they want to see where it came from.

May 9th. Our lawful? About sunset, day before yesterday, the Iroquois anchored Page 23 here, and a graceful young Federal stepped ashore, carrying a Yankee flag over his shoulder, and asked the way to the Mayor's office.

I like the style! If we girls of Baton Rouge had been at the landing, instead of the men, that Yankee would never have insulted us by flying his flag in our faces!

We would have opposed his landing except under a flag of truce, but the men let him alone, and he even found a poor Dutchman willing to show him the road!

He did not accomplish much; said a formal demand would be made next day, and asked if it was safe for the men to come ashore and buy a few necessaries, when he was assured the air of Baton Rouge was very unhealthy for Yankee soldiers at night.

He promised very magnanimously not to shell us out if we did not molest him; but I notice none of them dare set their feet on terra firma , except the officer who has now called three times on the Mayor, and who is said to tremble visibly as he walks the streets.

Last evening came the demand: the town must be surrendered immediately; the Federal flag Must be raised; they would grant us the same terms they granted New Orleans.

Jolly terms those were! The answer was worthy of a Southerner. It was, "The town was defenseless; if we had cannon, there were not men enough to resist; but if forty vessels lay at the landing, - it was intimated we were in their power, and more ships coming up, - we would not surrender; if they wanted, they might come and Page 24 Take us; if they wished the Federal flag hoisted over the Arsenal, they might put it up for themselves, the town had no control over Government property.

What a pity they did not shell the town! But they are taking us at our word, and this morning they are landing at the Garrison. I devote all my red, white, and blue silk to the manufacture of Confederate flags.

As soon as one is confiscated, I make another, until my ribbon is exhausted, when I will sport a duster emblazoned in high colors, "Hurra!

I am capable, too. This is a dreadful war, to make even the hearts of women so bitter! I hardly know myself these last few weeks. I, who have such a horror of bloodshed, consider even killing in self-defense murder, who cannot wish them the slightest evil, whose only prayer is to have them sent back in peace to their own country, - I talk of killing them!

For what else do I wear a pistol and carving-knife? I am afraid I will try them on the first one who says an insolent word to me.

Yes, and repent for it ever after in sackcloth and ashes. Then I could don the breeches, and slay them with a will!

Page 25 If some few Southern women were in the ranks, they could set the men an example they would not blush to follow.

We are all men! May 10th. Last night about one o'clock I was wakened and told that mother and Miriam had come.

Oh, how glad I was! I tumbled out of bed half asleep and hugged Miriam in a dream, but waked up when I got to mother. They came up under a flag of truce, on a boat going up for provisions, which, by the way, was brought to by half a dozen Yankee ships in succession, with a threat to send a broadside into her if she did not stop - the wretches knew it must be under a flag of truce; no boats leave, except by special order to procure provisions.

What tales they had to tell! They were on the wharf, and saw the ships sail up the river, saw the broadside fired into Will Pinckney's regiment, the boats we fired, our gunboats, floating down to meet them all wrapped in flames; twenty thousand bales of cotton blazing in a single pile; molasses and sugar thrown over everything.

They stood there opposite to where one of the ships landed, expecting a broadside, and resolute not to be shot in the back. I wish I had been there!

And Captain Huger is not dead! They had hopes of his life for the first time day before yesterday. Miriam saw the ball that had just been extracted.

He will probably be lame for the rest of his life. It will be a glory to him. For even Page 26 the Federal officers say that never did they see so gallant a little ship, or one that fought so desperately as the McRae.

Men and officers fought like devils. Think of all those great leviathans after the poor little "Widow Mickey"! One came tearing down on her sideways, while the Brooklyn fired on her from the other side, when brave Captain Warley put the nose of the Manassas under the first, and tilted her over so that the whole broadside passed over, instead of through, the McRae, who spit back its poor little fire at both.

And after all was lost, she carried the wounded and the prisoners to New Orleans, and was scuttled by her own men in port.

Glorious Captain Huger! And think of his sending word to Jimmy, suffering as he was, that "his little brass cannon was game to the last.

I hope he will recover. Brave, dare-devil Captain Warley is prisoner, and on the way to Fort Warren, that home of all brave, patriotic men.

We'll have him out. And my poor little Jimmy! If I have not spoken of him, it is not because I have lost sight of him for a moment. The day the McRae went down, he arose from his bed, ill as he was, and determined to rejoin her, as his own boat, the Mississippi, was not ready.

When he reached the St. Charles, he fell so very ill that he had to be carried back to Brother's. Only his desperate illness saved him from being among the killed or wounded on that gallant little ship.

A few days after, he learned the fate of the ship, and was told that Captain Huger was dead. No wonder he Page 27 should cry so bitterly! For Captain Huger was as tender and as kind to him as his own dear father.

God bless him for it! The enemy's ships were sailing up; so he threw a few articles in a carpet-bag and started off for Richmond, Corinth, anywhere, to fight.

Sick, weak, hardly able to stand, he went off, two weeks ago yesterday. We know not where, and we have never heard from him since.

Whether he succumbed to that jaundice and the rest, and lies dead or dying on the road, God only knows. We can only wait and pray God to send dear little Jimmy home in safety.

And this is WAR! Heaven save me from like scenes and experiences again. I was wild with excitement last night when Miriam described how the soldiers, marching to the depot, waved their hats to the crowds of women and children, shouting, "God bless you, ladies!

We will fight for you! Early in the evening, four more gunboats sailed up here. We saw them from the corner, three squares off, crowded with men even up in the riggings.

The American flag was flying from every peak. It was received in profound silence, by the hundreds gathered on the banks. I could hardly refrain from a groan.

Much as I once loved that flag, I hate it now! I came back and made myself a Confederate flag about five inches long, slipped the staff in my belt, pinned the flag to my Page 28 shoulder, and walked downtown, to the consternation of women and children, who expected something awful to follow.

An old negro cried, "My young missus got her flag flyin', anyhow! But we were the only two who ventured. We went to the State House terrace, and took a good look at the Brooklyn which was crowded with people who took a good look at us, likewise.

The picket stationed at the Garrison took alarm at half a dozen men on horseback and ran, saying that the citizens were attacking. The kind officers aboard the ship sent us word that if they were molested, the town would be shelled.

Let them! Does it take thirty thousand men and millions of dollars to murder defenseless women and children?

O the great nation! May 11th. I - I am disgusted with myself. No unusual thing, but I am peculiarly disgusted this time.

Last evening, I went to Mrs. Brunot's, without an idea of going beyond, with my flag flying again. They were all going to the State House, so I went with them; to my great distress, some fifteen or twenty Federal officers were standing on the first terrace, stared at like wild beasts by the curious crowd.

I had not expected to meet them, and felt a painful conviction that I was unnecessarily attracting attention, by an unladylike display of defiance, from the crowd gathered there.

But what was I to do? I felt Page 29 humiliated, conspicuous, everything that is painful and disagreeable; but - strike my colors in the face of the enemy?

Nettie and Sophie had them, too, but that was no consolation for the shame I suffered by such a display so totally distasteful to me.

How I wished myself away, and chafed at my folly, and hated myself for being there, and every one for seeing me. I hope it will be a lesson to me always to remember a lady can gain nothing by such display.

I was not ashamed of the flag of my country, - I proved that by never attempting to remove it in spite of my mortification, - but I was ashamed of my position; for these are evidently gentlemen, not the Billy Wilson's crew we were threatened with.

Fine, noble-looking men they were, showing refinement and gentlemanly bearing in every motion. One cannot help but admire such foes!

They set us an example worthy of our imitation, and one we would be benefited by following. They come as visitors without either pretensions to superiority, or the insolence of conquerors; they walk quietly their way, offering no annoyance to the citizens, though they themselves are stared at most unmercifully, and pursued by crowds of ragged little boys, while even men gape at them with open mouths.

They prove themselves gentlemen, while many of our citizens have proved themselves boors, and I admire them for their conduct. With a conviction that I had allowed myself to be influenced by bigoted, narrow Page 30 minded people, in believing them to be unworthy of respect or regard, I came home wonderfully changed in all my newly acquired sentiments, resolved never more to wound their feelings, who were so careful of ours, by such unnecessary display.

And I hung my flag on the parlor mantel, there to wave, if it will, in the shades of private life; but to make a show, make me conspicuous and ill at ease, as I was yesterday, - never again!

There was a dozen officers in church this morning, and the psalms for the 11th day seemed so singularly appropriate to the feelings of the people, that I felt uncomfortable for them.

They answered with us, though. May 14th. I am beginning to believe that we are even of more importance in Baton Rouge than we thought we were.

It is laughable to hear the things a certain set of people, who know they can't visit us, say about the whole family.

When father was alive, they dared not talk about us aloud, beyond calling us the "Proud Morgans" and the "Aristocracy of Baton Rouge".

But now father is gone, the people imagine we are public property, to be criticized, vilified, and abused to their hearts' content.

And now, because they find absurdities don't succeed, they try improbabilities. So yesterday the town was in a ferment because it was reported the Federal officers had called on the Miss Morgans, and Page 31 all the gentlemen were anxious to hear how they had been received.

One had the grace to say, "If they did, they received the best lesson there that they could get in town; those young ladies would meet them with the true Southern spirit.

I suppose the story originated from the fact that we were unwilling to blackguard - yes, that is the word - the Federal officers here, and would not agree with many of our friends in saying they were liars, thieves, murderers, scoundrels, the scum of the earth, etc.

Such epithets are unworthy of ladies, I say, and do harm, rather than advance our cause. Let them be what they will, it shall not make me less the lady; I say it is unworthy of anything except low newspaper war, such abuse, and I will not join in.

I have a brother-in-law in the Federal army whom I love and respect as much as any one in the world, and shall not readily agree that his being a Northerner would give him an irresistible desire to pick my pockets, and take from him all power of telling the truth.

There are few men I admire more than Major Drum, and I honor him for his independence in doing what he believes right. Let us have liberty of speech and action in our land, I say, but not gross abuse and calumny.

Shall I acknowledge that the people we so recently called our brothers are unworthy of consideration, and are liars, cowards, dogs?

Not I! If they conquer us, I Page 32 acknowledge them as a superior race; I will not say that we were conquered by cowards, for where would that place us?

It will take a brave people to gain us, and that the Northerners undoubtedly are. I would scorn to have an inferior foe; I fight only my equals.

These women may acknowledge that cowards have won battles in which their brothers were engaged, but I, I will ever say mine fought against brave men, and won the day.

Which is most honorable? I was never a Secessionist, for I quietly adopted father's views on political subjects without meddling with them.

But even father went over with his State, and when so many outrages were committed by the fanatical leaders of the North, though he regretted the Union, said, "Fight to the death for our liberty.

I want to fight until we win the cause so many have died for. I don't believe in Secession, but I do in Liberty. I want the South to conquer, dictate its own terms, and go back to the Union, for I believe that, apart, inevitable ruin awaits both.

It is a rope of sand, this Confederacy, founded on the doctrine of Secession, and will not last many years - not five.

The North Cannot subdue us. We are too determined to be free. They have no right to confiscate our property to pay debts they themselves have incurred.

Death as a nation, rather than Union on such terms. We will have our rights secured on so firm a basis that it can never be shaken.

If by power of overwhelming numbers they conquer us, it will be a barren victory over a desolate land. Page 33 We, the natives of this loved soil, will be beggars in a foreign land; we will not submit to despotism under the garb of Liberty.

The North will find herself burdened with an unparalleled debt, with nothing to show for it except deserted towns, burning homes, a standing army which will govern with no small caprice, and an impoverished land.

If that be treason, make the best of it! May 17th. One of these days, when peace is restored and we are quietly settled in our allotted corners of this wide world without any particularly exciting event to alarm us; and with the knowledge of what is now the future, and will then be the dead past; seeing that all has been for the best for us in the end; that all has come right in spite of us, we will wonder how we could ever have been foolish enough to await each hour in such breathless anxiety.

We will ask ourselves if it was really true that nightly, as we lay down to sleep, we did not dare plan for the morning, feeling that we might be homeless and beggars before the dawn.

How unreal it will then seem! We will say it was our wild imagination, perhaps. But how bitterly, horribly true it is now!

Four days ago the Yankees left us, to attack Vicksburg, leaving their flag flying in the Garrison without a man to guard it, and with the understanding that the town would be held responsible for it.

It was intended for a trap; and it succeeded. For Page 34 night before last, it was pulled down and torn to pieces.

Now, unless Will will have the kindness to sink a dozen of their ships up there, - I hear he has command of the lower batteries, - they will be back in a few days, and will execute their threat of shelling the town.

If they do, what will become of us? All we expect in the way of earthly property is as yet mere paper, which will be so much trash if the South is ruined, as it consists of debts due father by many planters for professional services rendered, who, of course, will be ruined, too, so all money is gone.

That is nothing, we will not be ashamed to earn our bread, so let it go. But this house is at least a shelter from the weather, all sentiment apart.

And our servants, too; how could they manage without us? The Yankees, on the river, and a band of guerrillas in the woods, are equally anxious to precipitate a fight.

Between the two fires, what chance for us? It would take only a little while to burn the city over our heads. They say the women and children must be removed, these guerrillas.

Where, please? Charlie says we must go to Greenwell. And have this house pillaged? For Butler has decreed that no unoccupied house shall be respected.

If we stay through the battle, if the Federals are victorious, we will suffer. For the officers here were reported to have said, "If the people here did not treat them decently, they would know what it was when Billy Wilson's crew arrived.

Page 35 They would give them a lesson! Heaven help us when they reach here! It is in these small cities that the greatest outrages are perpetrated.

What are we to do? A new proclamation from Butler has just come. It seems that the ladies have an ugly way of gathering their skirts when the Federals pass, to avoid any possible contact.

Some even turn up their noses. Unladylike, to say the least. But it is, maybe, owing to the odor they have, which is said to be unbearable even at this early season of the year.

Butler says, whereas the so-called ladies of New Orleans insult his men and officers, he gives one and all permission to insult any or all who so treat them, then and there, with the assurance that the women will not receive the slightest protection from the Government, and that the men will all be justified.

I did not have time to read it, but repeat it as it was told to me by mother, who is in utter despair at the brutality of the thing.

These men our brothers? Not mine! Let us hope for the honor of their nation that Butler is not counted among the gentlemen of the land.

And so, if any man should fancy he cared to kiss me, he could do so under the pretext that I had pulled my dress from under his feet! That will justify them!

And if we decline their visits, they can insult us under the plea of a prior affront. And not to know even whether you are alive!

When Charlie joins the army, we will Page 36 be defenseless, indeed. Come to my bosom, O my discarded carving-knife, laid aside under the impression that these men were gentlemen.

We will be close friends once more. And if you must have a sheath, perhaps I may find one for you in the heart of the first man who attempts to Butlerize me.

I never dreamed of kissing any man save my father and brothers. And why any one should care to kiss any one else, I fail to understand.

And I do not propose to learn to make exceptions. Still no word from the boys. We hear that Norfolk has been evacuated; but no details.

George was there. Gibbes is wherever Johnston is, presumably on the Rappahannock; but it is more than six weeks since we have heard from either of them, and all communication is cut off.

May 21st. I have had such a search for shoes this week that I am disgusted with shopping. I am triumphant now, for after traversing the town in every direction and finding nothing, I finally discovered a pair of boots just made for a little negro to go fishing with, and only an inch and a half too long for me, besides being unbendable; but I seized them with avidity, and the little negro would have been outbid if I had not soon after discovered a pair more seemly, if not more serviceable, which I took without further difficulty.

Behold my tender feet cased in crocodile skin, patent-leather tipped, low-quarter boy's shoes, No. A dernier ressort, vraiment! And this is thanks to war and blockade!

Not a decent shoe in the whole community! Why did not Mark Tapley leave me a song calculated to keep the spirits up, under depressing circumstances?

I need one very much, and have nothing more suggestive than the old Methodist hymn, "Better days are coming, we'll all go right," which I shout so constantly, as our prospects darken, that it begins to sound stale.

May 27th. The cry is "Ho! I don't want to go. If we were at peace, and were to spend a few months of the warmest season out there, none would be more eager and delighted than I: but to leave our comfortable home, and all it contains, for a rough pine cottage seventeen miles away even from this scanty civilization, is sad.

It must be! We are hourly expecting two regiments of Yankees to occupy the Garrison, and some fifteen hundred of our men are awaiting them a little way off, so the fight seems inevitable.

And we must go, leaving what little has already been spared us to the tender mercies of Northern volunteers, Page 38 who, from the specimen of plundering they gave us two weeks ago, will hardly leave us even the shelter of our roof.

O my dear Home! How can I help but cry at leaving you forever? For if this fight occurs, never again shall I pass the threshold of this house, where we have been so happy and sad, the scene of joyous meetings and mournful partings, the place where we greeted each other with glad shouts after even so short a parting, the place where Harry and father kissed us good-bye and never came back again!

I know what Lavinia has suffered this long year, by what we have suffered these last six weeks. Poor Lavinia, so far away! How easier poverty, if it must come, would be if we could bear it together!

I wonder if the real fate of the boys, if we ever hear, can be so dreadful as this suspense? Still no news of them. My poor little Jimmy!

And think how desperate Gibbes and George will be when they read Butler's proclamation, and they not able to defend us!

Gibbes was in our late victory of Fredericksburg, I know. In other days, going to Greenwell was the signal for general noise and confusion.

All the boys gathered their guns and fishing-tackle, and thousand and one amusements; father sent out provisions; we helped mother pack; Hal and I tumbled over the libraries to lay in a supply of reading material; and all was bustle until the carriage drove to the door at daylight one morning, and swept us off.

It is not so gay this time. I wandered around this morning Page 39 selecting books alone. We can only take what is necessary, the rest being left to the care of the Northern militia in general.

I never knew before how many articles were perfectly "indispensable" to me. This or that little token or keepsake, piles of letters I hate to burn, many dresses, etc.

After all our trials and tribulations, here we are at last, and no limbs lost! How many weeks ago was it since I wrote here? It seems very long after all these events; let me try to recall them.

Wednesday the 28th, - a day to be forever remembered, - as luck would have it, we rose very early, and had breakfast sooner than usual, it would seem for the express design of becoming famished before dinner.

I picked up some of my letters and papers and set them where I could find them whenever we were ready to go to Greenwell, burning a pile of trash and leaving a quantity equally worthless, which were of no value even to myself except from association.

I was packing up my traveling-desk with all Harry's little articles that were left to me, and other things, and I was saying to myself that my affairs were in such confusion that if obliged to run unexpectedly I would not know what to save, when I heard Lilly's voice downstairs, crying as she Page 40 ran in - she had been out shopping - "Mr.

Castle has killed a Federal officer on a ship, and they are going to shell -" Bang! Mother had just come in, and was lying down, but sprang to her feet and added her screams to the general confusion.

Miriam, who had been searching the libraries, ran up to quiet her; Lilly gathered her children, crying hysterically all the time, and ran to the front door with them as they were; Lucy saved the baby, naked as she took her from her bath, only throwing a quilt over her.

I bethought me of my "running-bag" which I had used on a former case, and in a moment my few precious articles were secured under my hoops, and with a sunbonnet on, I stood ready for anything.

The firing still continued; they must have fired half a dozen times before we could coax mother off. What awful screams! I had hoped never to hear them again, after Harry died.

Charlie had gone to Greenwell before daybreak, to prepare the house, so we four women, with all those children and servants, were left to save ourselves.

I did not forget my poor little Jimmy; I caught up his cage and ran down. Just at this moment mother recovered enough to insist on saving father's papers - which was impossible, as she had not an idea of where the important ones were.

I heard Miriam plead, argue, insist, command her to run; Lilly shriek, and cry she should go; the children screaming within; women running by without, Page 41 crying and moaning; but I could not join in.

I was going I knew not where; it was impossible to take my bird, for even if I could carry him, he would starve.

So I took him out of his cage, kissed his little yellow head, and tossed him up. He gave one feeble little chirp as if to ascertain where to go, and then for the first and last time I cried, laying my head against the gate-post, and with my eyes too dim to see him.

Oh, how it hurt me to lose my little bird, one Jimmy had given me, too! But the next minute we were all off, in safety. A square from home, I discovered that boy shoes were not the most comfortable things to run in, so I ran back, in spite of cannonading, entreaties, etc.

I got home, found an old pair that were by no means respectable, which I seized without hesitation; and being perfectly at ease, thought it would be so nice to save at least Miriam's and my tooth-brushes, so slipped them in my corsets.

These in, of course we must have a comb - that was added - then how could we stand the sun without starch to cool our faces?

This included the powder-bag; then I must save that beautiful lace collar; and my hair was tumbling down, so in went the tuckingcomb and hair-pins with the rest; until, if there had been any one to speculate, they would have wondered a long while at the singular appearance of a girl who is considered as very slight, usually.

By this time, Miriam, alarmed for me, returned to find me, though urged by Dr. Castleton not Page 42 to risk her life by attempting it, and we started off together.

We had hardly gone a square when we decided to return a second time, and get at least a few articles for the children and ourselves, who had nothing except what we happened to have on when the shelling commenced.

She picked up any little things and threw them to me, while I filled a pillow-case jerked from the bed, and placed my powder and brushes in it with the rest.

Before we could leave, mother, alarmed for us both, came to find us, with Tiche. Every argument we could use was of no avail, and we were desperate as to what course to pursue, when the shelling recommenced in a few minutes.

Then mother recommenced her screaming and was ready to fly anywhere; and holding her box of papers, with a faint idea of saving something, she picked up two dirty underskirts and an old cloak.

By dint of Miriam's vehement appeals, aided by a great deal of pulling, we got her down to the back door. We had given our pillow-case to Tiche, who added another bundle and all our silver to it, and had already departed.

As we stood in the door, four or five shells sailed over our heads at the same time, seeming to make a perfect corkscrew of the air, - for it sounded as 1 Mrs.

Morgan's negro maid, Catiche. Page 43 though it went in circles. Miriam cried, "Never mind the door! We reached the back gate, that was on the street, when another shell passed us, and Miriam jumped behind the fence for protection.

We had only gone half a square when Dr. Castleton begged us to take another street, as they were firing up that one.

We took his advice, but found our new street worse than the old, for the shells seemed to whistle their strange songs with redoubled vigor.

The height of my ambition was now attained. I had heard Jimmy laugh about the singular sensation produced by the rifled balls spinning around one's head; and here I heard the same peculiar sound, ran the same risk, and was equal to the rest of the boys, for was I not in the midst of flying shells, in the middle of a bombardment?

I think I was rather proud of it. We were alone on the road, - all had run away before, - so I thought it was for our especial entertainment, this little affair.

I cannot remember how long it lasted; I am positive that the clock struck ten before I left home, but I had been up so long, I know not what time it began, though I am told it was between eight and nine.

We passed the graveyard, we did not even stop, and about a mile and a half from home, when mother was perfectly exhausted with fatigue and unable to proceed farther, we met a gentleman in a buggy who kindly took charge of her and our bundles.

We could have Page 44 walked miles beyond, then, for as soon as she was safe we felt as though a load had been removed from our shoulders; and after exhorting her not to be uneasy about us, and reminding her we had a pistol and a dagger, - I had secured a "for true" one the day before, fortunately, - she drove off, and we trudged on alone, the only people in sight on foot, though occasionally carriages and buggies would pass, going towards town.

One party of gentlemen put their heads out and one said, "There are Judge Morgan's daughters sitting by the road! However, others were very kind.

One I never heard of had volunteered to go for us, and bring us to mother, when she was uneasy about our staying so long, when we went home to get clothes.

We heard him ring and knock, but, thinking it must be next door, paid no attention, so he went back and mother came herself.

We were two miles away when we sat down by the road to rest, and have a laugh. Here were two women married, and able to take care of themselves, flying for their lives and leaving two lorn girls alone on the road, to protect each other!

To be sure, neither could help us, and one was not able to walk, and the other had helpless children to save; but it was so funny when we talked about it, and thought how sorry both would be when they regained their reason!

While we were yet resting, we saw a cart coming, and, giving up all idea of our walking to Page 45 Greenwell, called the people to stop.

To our great delight, it proved to be a cart loaded with Mrs. Brunot's affairs, driven by two of her negroes, who kindly took us up with them, on the top of their luggage; and we drove off in state, as much pleased at riding in that novel place as though we were accustomed to ride in wheelbarrows.

Miriam was in a hollow between a flour barrel and a mattress, and I at the end, astride, I am afraid, of a tremendous bundle, for my face was down the road and each foot resting very near the sides of the cart.

I tried to make a better arrangement, though, after a while. These servants were good enough to lend us their umbrella, without which I am afraid we would have suffered severely, for the day was intensely warm.

Three miles from town we began to overtake the fugitives. Hundreds of women and children were walking along, some bareheaded, and in all costumes.

Little girls of twelve and fourteen were wandering on alone. I called to one I knew, and asked where her mother was; she did n't know; she would walk on until she found out.

It seems her mother lost a nursing baby, too, which was not found until ten that night. White and black were all mixed together, and were as confidential as though related.

All called to us and asked where we were going, and many we knew laughed at us for riding on a cart; but as they had walked only five miles, I imagined they would like even these poor accommodations if they were in their reach.

Hundreds were walking with babies or bundles; ask them what they had saved, it was invariably, "My mistress's clothes, or silver, or baby. Women searching for their babies along the road, where they had been lost; others sitting in the dust crying and wringing their hands; for by this time we had not an idea but what Baton Rouge was either in ashes, or being plundered, and we had saved nothing.

I had one dress, Miriam two, but Tiche had them, and we had lost her before we left home.

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