LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. Shelf B-4/ UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. Memoeies. A RECORD OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE AND ADVENTURE DURING FOUR YEARS OF WAR. BY |/^ MRS. FANNIE A. BEERS. ^ APR 24 1888 V/ PKESS OF J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY, PHILADELPHIA. 1888. ^^ Copyright, 1888, by Fannie A. Beers. TO "THE BOYS WHO WOEE THE GEAY," WHETHER THE LOFTY OR THE LOWLY; EQUALLY TO THE SURVIVING HEROES WHO STAND BEFORE THE WORLD IN THE LIGHT OF A GLORY NEVER SURPASSED, AND TO THE MARTYRS WHOSE PATRIOT BLOOD AND SACRED GRAVES HAVE FOREVER SANCTIFIED THE LAND THEY LOVED, THESE "MEMORIES" ARE RESPECTFULLY AND LOVINGLY DEDICATED. }' PEEFAOE. For several years my friends among Confederate sol- diers have been urging me to " write up" and publish what I know of the war. By personal solicitation and by letter this subject has been brought before me and placed in the light of a duty which I owe to posterity. Taking this view of it, I willingly comply, glad that I am permitted to stand among the many " witnesses" who shall establish "the truth," proud to write myself as one who faithfully served the defenders of the Cause which had and has my heart's devotion. I have tried to give a faithful record of my experiences, to " noth- ing extenuate nor aught set down in malice," and I have told the truth, but not always the whole truth. A few of these "Memories" were originally written for the Southern Bivouac, and are here republished be- cause my book would have been incomplete without them. I am very inexperienced in the business of making books, but relying with confidence upon the leniency of my friends, and feeling sure that I have no enemy who will savagely rejoice that I have written a book, I make the venture. 1* 6 CONTENTS. PAQB Introductory 9 PAR.X I. CHAPTER I. Alpha 25 CHAPTER 11. Alabama 52 CHAPTER III. Buckner Hospital, Gainesville, Alabama 59 CHAPTER lY. Ringgold 70 CHAPTER V. Newnan, Georgia 113 CHAPTER YI. Omega 171 CHAPTER YII. Confederate Women 199 CHAPTER YIII. An Incident of the Battle of the Wilderness 223 CHAPTER IX. Eenner's Louisiana Battery 227 CHAPTER X. *< Bob Wheat" 244 7 8 CONTENTS. PART II. FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. CHAPTEE I. PACT ITelly 246 OHAPTEK 11. Brave Boys 275 CHAPTER III. The Young Color-Bearer 279 CHAPTEE lY.' Bravery honored by a Eoe • • . . 285 CHAPTEE Y. Sally's Eide 289 CHAPTEE YI. High Price for Needles and Thread 293 CHAPTEE YI I. Bunny 296 CHAPTEE YIII. Beauregard 300 PAFiT III. AFTER TWENTY YEARS. CHAPTEE I. "My Boys" 306 CHAPTEE II. The Confederate Eeunion at Dallas 312 CHAPTEE III. Camp Nichols 319 CHAPTEE lY. The March of Time 324 CHAPTEE Y. A Woman's Eecord 329 Il!fTEODIIOTOKT. Among those who early espoused the Southern Cause, few, perhaps, were more in earnest than my husband and myself. Our patriotism was at the very outset put to a crucial test. The duties of a soldier and a civilian became incompatible. Being in ill health, it was thought best that I should go to my mother at the North for awhile. My husband, after preliminary service with the "Minute Men" and the State troops, as a member of Company A, Crescent Eifles, was, with this company, regularly mustered into the Confederate service in April, 1861, and left for Pensacola, Florida, where the Crescent Eifles, with the Louisiana Guards, Orleans Cadets, Shreveport Guards, Terrebonne Eifles, and Grivot Guards, were organized into the Dreux Bat- talion. It was then supposed that " the affair" would be " settled in ninety days." From my house of refuge I watched eagerly the course of events, until at last all mail facilities were cut off, and I was left to endure the horrors of suspense as well as the irritating consciousness that, although so- journing in the home of my childhood, I was an alien, an acknowledged " Eebel," and as such an object of sus- picion and dislike to all save my immediate family. Even these, with the exception of my precious mother, were bitterly opposed to the South and Secession. From mother I received unceasing care, thorough sym- pathy, surpassing love. During this troubled time a 9 10 INTRODUCTORY. little babe was born to me, — a tiny babe, — who only just opened its dark eyes upon the troubled face of its mother to close them forever. The guns of Sumter, reverberating throughout the North, " stirred a fever in the blood of age" and youth alike. Fanatics raved more wildly than ever, while those who had hitherto been lukewarm hastened to swell the cry of horror and fury which everywhere arose at this "insult to our flag." This feeling found vent in acts of oppression, met by prompt and deter- mined resistance, and thus was inaugurated the fratri- cidal strife which was for four years to desolate the land. Eumors of an engagement in Yirginia intensified my suspense until it seemed unbearable. One day I re- ceived a kindly warning from an old friend concerning a small Confederate flag which had been sent to me by my husband. It was a tiny silken afl'air, which I kej^t in my prayer-book. This harmless possession was mag- nified by the people of the town into an immense rebel banner, which would eventually float over my mother's house. I had still a few friends whose temperate counsel had hitherto protected me. The note referred to warned me that while I retained possession of the flag I might at any time expect the presence of a mob. I would not have destroyed my treasure for worlds, and how to con- ceal it became a subject of constant thought. The dis- covery one day of a jar of " perpetual paste" in mother's secretary suggested an idea which was at once carried out. Applying this strongly adhesive mixture to one side of the flag, I pasted it upon the naked flesh just over my heart. One morning the mail brought certain news of a Confederate victory at Big Bethel. This so exasperated the people that on their way from the post-office an excited crowd halted under my window, crying out, "Where's that rebel woman?" "Let's have INTRODUCTORY, H that flag," " Show your colors," etc. Carried away by intense excitement, I threw open the blinds, and, waving the newspaper above my head, shouted, " Hurrah ! Hur- rah for Big Bethel! Hurrah for the brave rebels!" A perfect howl of rage arose from below, and greater evil might have befallen but for the timely appearance of the venerable village doctor, who now rode hastily in among the excited men, and, standing up in his buggy, cried out, " Friends, she is but a frail, defenceless woman. Be thankful if your morning's work be not her death." Slowly and sullenly the crowd dispersed, while the good doctor hastily ascended to my chamber. I lay with fevered cheeks and burning eyes among the pillows where my mother had placed me. The terrible excite- ment under which I labored forbade all blame or any allusion to my act of imprudence. I was soothed and tenderly cared for until, under the influence of a sedative, I fell asleep. Early next morning the doctor appeared at my bed- side. Meantime a change had come over me. I seemed to have lost the nervous excitability of a girl and to have become a woman, full of courage and hope. Dr. regarded me steadily for a moment; then, — " Ah ! better this morning? That's my brave girl." Meeting his gaze fully, I replied, '' I shall try henceforth to be brave, as befits the wife of a soldier." A frown appeared upon the doctor's brow. Tenderly placing his hand upon my head, he said, "My child, I fear your courage will soon be put to the test. Your own imprudence has greatly incensed the town people. Danger menaces you, and through you, your mother. Fortunately, the friends of your childhood still desire to protect you ; but your only safety lies in giving up the rebel flag which it is said you possess. Give it to me, Fannie, and I will destroy it before their eyes, and thus avert the threat- 12 INTRODUCTORY. ened danger." I only smiled, as I replied : " Dr. , since the rebel flag has existed, I have cherished it in my heart of hearts. You may search the house over ; you will find no flag but the one I have here/' placing my hand on my heart. The good man had known me from childhood, and he could not doubt me. He ques- tioned no further, but took his leave, promising to use his influence with the incensed villagers. They, how- ever, were not so easily convinced. They had been wrought up to a state of frenzied patriotism, and de- clared they would search the house where the obnoxious flag was supposed to be. Dire threats of vengeance were heard on every side. At last a committee was appointed to wait upon ^Hhe traitress'' and again demand the sur- render of the flag. It was composed of gentlemen who, though thorough and uncompromising "Union men," were yet well known to me, and were anxious, if pos- sible, to shield me. They were admitted to the room, where I calmly awaited them. I reiterated the assertion made to the doctor, so calmly, and with such apparent truth, that they were staggered. But they had come to perform a duty, and they meant to succeed. They con- vinced me that the danger to myself and to the house of my mother was real and imminent, but I only re- peated my assertions, though my heart throbbed pain- fully as I saw the anxiety and trouble in mother's face. Suddenly I remembered that I had in my possession a paper which, just before all mail communication had ceased between the North and South, had been sent to me for the purpose of protection. It was simply a cer- tificate of my husband's membership and good standing in a Masonic lodge, and had a seal affixed. As I called for the portfolio, all eyes brightened with expectation of seeing at last the " rebel flag." Drawing forth from its envelope the fateful document, I said, "I was told to INTRODUCTORY. 13 use this only in dire extremity; it seems to me that such a, time is at hand. If there be any virtue in Ma- sonry, let it now protect me and the roof which is at present my only shelter !" Thus speaking, I handed the paper to one whom I knew to be a prominent Mason. The certificate was duly examined and, after a short conference, returned. " We will do our best," said the spokesman of the party, and all withdrew. The day passed without further trouble, and as I sank to sleep that night there came to me a feeling of safety and protection, which was indeed comforting. Weeks passed, during which I slowly but surely gathered the strength and health necessary to carry out the resolution lately formed, to join my husband, and, if might be, to labor for the cause so loved. The unceasing ministrations of my mother strengthened alike soul and body, but as I read in that dear face a love and devotion which could never fail, my heart felt many a bitter pang at the thought of the parting that must be. One evening, having found the courage necessary to tell mother of my plans and hopes, to my surprise the noble woman heard me calmly. " I had expected this," she said. " It is right — you must go ; but, oh ! not now — not soon," and in uncontrollable agitation she left the room. Two days later the subject was resumed. Ways and means were discussed. The mother's face grew paler as that of her child brightened and glowed with returning health and hope. She pleaded to keep my little boy, but fearing lest his young heart might receive, among the enemies of Southern liberty, impres- sions which could not be effaced, I decided that he must not be left. Upon the eve of the battle of Manassas we started on our hazardous journey. The utmost secrecy had been observed. No baggage could be allowed. My 2 14 INTRODUCTORY, thoughtful mother converted quite a large sum into gold, which, stitched into a broad belt, was sewed around my waist. One bright morning mother and I, with my bo}^, seated ourselves in the carriage as if for our usual drive. There was no leave-taking, no appearance of anything unusual. Once on the road, we were rapidly driven to a railroad depot in a distant town ; there I took the train, while my poor mother returned homeward alone. Arrived in Baltimore, we found ourselves among those whose hearts were filled with ardent love of " the Cause," and bitter hatred for the soldiers who had, in spite of their heroic resistance, so lately passed through the streets of the city on their way to subjugate the South. " The rebel" was enthusiastically received. All were ready to assist her, but at this juncture it seemed impossible to pass the Federal lines. The great battle of Manassas had been decided. The wildest excitement prevailed. Flying soldiers were everywhere. Almost every hour the sound of fife and drum was heard, as shattered regiments and decimated battalions marched through the streets. Although all expression of feeling, among the citizens, was sternly repressed, the mask of sullen indiiference was known to be hut a mask. Hearts beneath were bounding with pride and joy and hope. Almost without exception, houses were closed and devoid of all appearance of life. Yet behind those closely-shut blinds women embraced each other with tempestuous joy, or paced the floor in uncontrollable agitation, or knelt in earnest prayer, mingling thanksgivings with agonized petitions for those whose fate was yet unknown. Mothers, sisters, wives, strove, with trembling lips, to comfort each other, bidding the voice of patriotism be heard above the " tempest of the heart." In the midst of all this ex- INTROD UCTOR Y. 15 citement my interests were never lost sight of. Secret meetings were held, and various plans discussed. At last, one day a note was received inviting me to spend a social evening at the house of " one of the faithful." A casual observer would have discovered nothing more than a few lines of invitation, still the paper bore a private mark which made my heart beat with hope. Arrived at the house indicated, where seemed to be only an ordinary gathering of friends, I found it difficult to appear at ease, and watched eagerly for developments. Not a sign or a word was given, however, until after supper, when the ladies repaired (as usual) to the dress- ing-room up-stairs to rearrange their toilets. Instead of entering with the rest, the hostess, by a slight pres- sure of the hand, indicated to me that I was desired to pass on and up a second flight of stairs. We did so unnoticed, and soon entered a small room in the third story, where were found waiting a few friends, among them a captain and clerk of a steamboat which was expected to leave in three days for Newport News with United States troops to reinforce Colonel Phelps at that point. Here appeared to be a chance, but a hazardous one, since the officers of the boat must not evince any interest in their passenger, and could afford no assistance or protection among the rough soldiers who would crowd every available foot of room. They must appear as good Union men, engaged in transport- ing troops to assist in quelling " the rebellion." In case of any rough treatment of the "rebel woman," they could only appeal to the officers in charge of the troops, and the result of such an appeal, in the present state of feeling, would be doubtful. The boat was not a pas- senger steamer, and had only two or three small state- rooms, occupied by its officers. These might be required by the military commanders. Instantly, and unhesitat- 16 INTRODUCTORY. ingly, I decided to make the trial. We ladies then de- scended to the parlor, while one by one our friends were conveyed out of the house. A new difficulty at once arose; a friend had applied to General Scott for a pass — unsuccessfully. The precious hours were passing, and failure seemed imminent. This difficulty was increased by the fact that I had undertaken the charge of Jemmy Little, a boy of ten, who, having lingered too long at school in Baltimore, had been cut off from his family in Norfolk, and being desperately unhappy, had implored to be included in the plans formed for me. He was to pass as my brother, and, having once promised, I could not disappoint him, especially as his waking hours were s]3ent by my side, his hand often nestling into my own, his large wistful eyes questioning my face, as if dreading to find there some evidence of hesitation or change of purpose. One day passed. At evening, as I was anxiously pacing my room, my hostess hurriedly entered, exclaim- ing, in agitation, " Your brother awaits you in the draw- ing-room. I could not welcome him. I will not see him. Only for your sake would I allow a Federal soldier to cross my threshold ; but he is your brother ; go to him." Trembling with excitement, I descended to the parlor, where I found my brother, — a mere boy yet, — wearing the uniform of a Federal officer. "Sister!" " Charles!" each cried, and no further greet- ing passed between us. The boy stood with folded arms, looking proudly, yet tenderly, at me, his only sister, all the brave ardor of a soldier who believes in the cause he serves revealed in his handsome young face. I sank into a chair and covered my face, that I might shut out the sight which so pained me. The interview that followed was long. Finding that my brother not only approved the determination to join my husband, INTRODUCTORY. 17 but was able and willing to assist in obtaining the neces- sary pass, I told him of my wish to have it in posses- sion by the next day, and received his promise to send it, if possible. He was going to " the front," and over- come by the thought that I might never see him again, I threw my arms around his neck, while tears fell fast upon the blue uniform, and so, with a last embrace, we parted. The pass, embracing " Mrs. Beers, brother, and child," was forthcoming next day, and the same afternoon I, with my boys, set forth unattended for the boat. No sign of recognition passed between the captain and our- selves as we were conducted to the upper deck, and seated under the awning. Soon the sound of drum and fife announced the approach of the troops. A regi- ment of blue-coated soldiers appeared on the wharf, and directly they marched on board. Witnessing their embarkation, I could not repress a feeling of extreme uneasiness, which increased as officers and men appeared on every side. They were so many: I was the only woman on the boat. Sitting motionless, with veil closely drawn, holding my boy on my lap, while poor Jemmy nestled close to my side (valiant in feeling, but of boyish appearance, and looking even smaller beside the tall soldiers), I hoped to pass unobserved, but soon after the boat left the wharf found myself subjected to rude stares and ruder remarks, and at last was forced to seek the clerk to beg that I might find shelter in one of the little state-rooms. All were taken by the officers, who seemed utterly indifferent to the forlorn condition of " Madam Eeb." At last the clerk (after a short consultation with one kindly-looking officer, who, however, seemed half ashamed of the kindness of heart which contrasted so finely with the rudeness of his comrades) led the way to a room below, — small, and close, hut a shelter. Here b 2* 18 INTRODUCTORY. he placed us, having locked us in to prevent intrusion. The boys soon fell asleep, but I passed the night in listening to the ceaseless noises outside. Morning found the boat at Fortress Monroe, whence, after a short delay, she proceeded to Newport News. Under pretence of guarding well the " female rebel," the good clerk escorted us to the oflEicers' quarters. Here my pass was examined closely; many questions were asked and answered. Still, the result seemed doubt- ful ; means of transportation were wanting. The colonel in command was inclined to be suspicious and sternly un- sympathetic. While standing tremblingly before those whose adverse decision would, I knew, crush all my hopes, one of the officers espied around my neck a slender black chain, and demanded to know what it held. In- stantly hope returned : I drew from my bosom a small case enclosing the Masonic document before mentioned. As at my mother's house, it was examined and returned without comment. An hour later, however, a plentiful repast was set before us, after which a covered ambulance appeared, in which was placed for my comfort the only arm-chair the camp contained. Soon, attended by an officer and a guard of Federal soldiers, our little party entered upon the last stage of our journey to the Con- federate lines. The route lay amid scenes of desolation sadder than anything I had ever dreamed of. Fields, which a few short weeks before had given promise of a rich harvest, were laid waste. Here and there tiny columns of smoke arose from the smouldering ruins of once happy homes. The heat and dust were almost insufferable, but as the sun declined a cool breeze sprang up, and later a flood of moonlight clothed the landscape with a mystical beauty. It shone coldly on the few deserted homes which the hand of the destroyer had spared, and to me INTRODUCTORY, 19 it seemed that its silvery rays were like the pale fingers of a mourner who places white wreaths upon the grave of love. In the soft wind I heard only moans and sighs. The children slept soundly in the straw at the bottom of the ambulance, and soon the steady, monotonous tramp of the guard lulled me also to rest. We approached the Confederate lines just at sunrise. A flag of truce was unfurled, and at once answered by an oflScer on picket- duty. A short parley ensued. At a word of command the Federal guard fell back and were replaced by Con- federates. A moment later, I, with my charges, de- scended, to be greeted with enthusiasm, tempered with the most chivalrous respect, by the " boys in gray," who proved to be members of the battalion to which my husband was attached, and who at once relieved my fears by assurances of his safety. It was a supreme moment, such as comes seldom in a lifetime, and yet a time for stern self-repression. The emotions of a heart at rest, after trials so sore, were too sacred to find expression. I gazed around me in silent ecstasy. It seemed to me that the sun had never shone so brightly, or on a scene so lovely. Noting the manly faces and noble bearing of those who wore the gray, I felt that the purple and ermine of kings could not have clothed them half so magnificently. And, oh ! how delicious and ap- petizing seemed "the rations," which, though simple, were served under those green trees with the earnest, genuine hospitality which is so well described by the term " Southern." The camp being several miles distant, nothing re- mained but to wait patiently for some means of trans- portation. It was near sunset when the loud singing of a negro driver was heard. Soon he appeared upon a 20 INTRODUCTORY. novel conveyance, — a rough, unplaned board or two on wheels and drawn by a single ox. Unpromising as this ^^ turnout" appeared, we were informed that it was a " Godsend," so we joyfully mounted the cart, a soldier being detailed to accompany us. My little son was made supremely happy by being invited to sit upon the lap of the driver, whose characteristic songs beguiled the way through the shadowy woods. "Within a few miles of camp the challenge of a sentry was heard ; half an hour later we found ourselves among the tents of the Dreux Battalion. My husband was " on guard," perhaps thinking sadly of his absent wife and boy, certainly never dreaming they were so near. As the ambulance drove into camp it was at once surrounded by soldiers, both officers and privates. As soon as my name was known, some one who evidently appreciated the situation rushed off in hot haste to notify and relieve the soldier most interested. Meantime a dozen hands clasped mine in kindly greet- ing. To whom they belonged I could not tell, for the dense shade shut out the moonlight, and seen by the light of the camp-fires, disguised as each one was in the rough garb of a soldier, my quondam city friends were quite unrecognizable. I will leave to the imagination of the reader the happy meeting between long-parted ones and the many caresses showered upon our child. I had expected nothing better than to spend the night in the ambulance or under a tent, and would have taken great pride in " camping out," but the chivalrous officers in command would not hear of such a plan. Their quarters (two rooms in a little log house) were instantly vacated, and I had scarcely descended from the vehicle when a negro man appeared, to bring a message. " De Major's compliments, mistis, and de room am ready. ^* INTRODUCTORY. 21 I could not have been bidden to a luxurious apartment with more ceremony. The next morning the shrill sound of the fife and the drum beating the " reveille" aroused us, and we were up with the sun. The scene was entrancing; to me particularly so, for the white tents gleaming among the trees reminded me that I was among Southern soldiers. As they strode to and fro with martial air, fully armed and equipped to answer roll-call, or bent over the camp-fires preparing breakfast, it seemed to me that no such splendid soldiers were ever before seen. Several invitations to breakfast were received; that of the oflScers' mess, having been first, was accepted. Major came in person to escort his guests to a lovely spot near the cabin, where, under a large shady oak, upon a table of rough boards covered with a nice white cloth, a delicious meal was set, consisting of broiled chickens, omelet, fragrant coffee, buttermilk, corn bread, and batter-cakes. A likely young negro boy attended at table, industriously flourishing a green branch to keep away the flies, and seemingly delighted to show off his company manners. After breakfast I sat long upon the little gallery of the log cabin entertaining soldier visitors and enjoying the situation with all my heart. I soon discovered, how- ever, an air of sadness and restraint which was unac- countable until my husband told me of the death of the gallant Dreux, the first martyr of the war. Ah ! then I knew. Struggle as they might, their brave hearts were wrung with anguish, for their gallant leader had suc- cumbed to the only conqueror he ever knew. The im- passioned oratory that had never failed to fire the hearts of men was hushed forever. The ardent patriotism ever prompting to deeds of daring was now only a 22 INTRODUCTORY. memory. The brilliant intellect and administrative abil- ity so early recognized, so highly valued, were lost to the Confederacy. I no longer wondered that manly brows were clouded, or that the eyes of soldiers moistened, as, even amidst pleasant conversation, a sudden remembrance of their loss overcame them. For them the memory of that death- scene was fresh. The echo of his last brave words had not yet died away: "Steady, boys, steady," as if he would have said, " Let not my fate appall ; still do your duty." Before the sun was high the ambulance reappeared to convey our party as far as Williamsburg, where young Little was to remain until he could hear from his father ; I and my boy were to go on to Richmond. My hus- band was granted a furlough of two days that he might escort his family as far as Williamsburg. As may be imagined, the ride was most delightful. Although often oppressed by thoughts of the parting hour so rapidly approaching, we were at times charmed into forgetful- ness, and keen enjoyment of the beautiful scenery and the incidents of the journey. I now, for the first time, began to use from my little store of gold and silver, and it proved the "open sesame" to much enjoyment. Watermelons and other fruit, roasting ears, buttermilk, etc., were purchased without stint, also a chicken. At noon the little party camped in a grove by the road- side, where my soldier-husband proudly showed off his new attainments in the way of cooking. The dinner was pronounced "just splendid" by the appreciative guests. Our boy having gorged himself, fell asleep upon the grass ; the negro driver was sent off to buy a few dainties to send back to friends in camp, and the two so lately reunited — so soon to part — enjoyed for the first time an uninterrupted talk relating to the adventures INTRODUCTORY. 23 that each had met with since our parting in New Orleans. I unfolded my plans for the future, receiving the full permission and sympathy of my husband. Soon after the journey was resumed two horsemen appeared on the road coming from the direction of Williamsburg. I was quite unprepared to recognize a Confederate officer of high rank in either of the riders who now approached, as neither were very handsomely uniformed. The one who most attracted my attention appeared of middle age, was rather stout, of florid complexion, and (as I thought) looked very cross. He wore a sort of fancy jacket or roundabout, profusely trimmed with gold lace. " There is General Magruder I" exclaimed my husband, and, as the officers came^near, saluted. Bringing the ambulance to a halt with an imperious gesture, the general sharply questioned him as to his absence from camp, his name, command, destination, length of time he expected to be absent, etc. I was then introduced, and began to express my pleasure at the meeting, etc. The grim visage of the general did not relax. My pleasant talk was cut short by another question, this time, of importance. I then found myself subjected to a series of questions so searching that all I had seen or heard while passing through the enemy's lines was im- parted to G-eneral Magruder before I quite realized the situation. What woman, denied the pleasure of talking, would not have felt and expressed, as did my discomfited self, great indignation in view of a deprivation so severe. But upon being reminded of the heavy responsibility resting upon the mind and heart of the patriot who could not withdraw his attention from the great and all-absorbing interests committed to his guidance long 24 INTRODUCTORY. enough to think of, much less to practise, the amenities of life, I felt ashamed of my hasty anger, and remem- bered only that I had been permitted to see and converse with the hero of the battle of Bethel, the first Confed- erate victory of the war. At Williamsburg, under the roof of the queer, old- fashioned, but comfortable inn, excellent accommodations were found, and here the soldier partook heartily of the " square meals" which he knew were his last for many a day. A few hours of happiness was all tbat could be ac- corded to us. A battle seemed imminent. My husband must return to his post. I, with my little boy, proceeded to Eichmond, where unbounded kindness and hospitality awaited me. Here began the realization of the dream which had haunted me while yet compelled to linger among the foes of the South. Joining at once the noble army of women who untiringly ministered to the sick and wounded, I entered upon the performance of a vow to devote myself to this work if only the opportunity were accorded me. MEMORIES. PA.RT I. CHAPTEE I. ALPHA. Richmond in 1861-62. Who that witnessed and shared the wild excitement which, upon the da3'S immediately following the victory at Manassas, throbbed and pulsated throughout the crowded capital of the Southern Confederacy can ever forget ? Men were beside themselves with joy and pride, — drunk with glory. By night the city blazed with illuminations, even the most humble home setting up its beacon-light, — a sure guide to where loyal, devoted hearts were throbbing with patriotism. In the general rejoicing the heavy price of victory was for a time unheeded. But Eichmond had sent forth to battle her best beloved, and, alas! many were the " unreturning braves." The dazzling light fell upon many dwellings only to reveal the utter darkness that reigned without and within. No need to ask why. All knew that in each darkened home stricken hearts filled with an agony of B 3 25 26 MEMORIES. desolation struggled in vain to remember that they were mothers and wives of heroes, but could not yet lift their eyes from the ghastly wounds — the bloody graves of their dead. Ah ! the lovely, joyous, hopeful, patriotic days of that summer of 1861. The Confederate gray was then a thing of beauty, — the outer garb of true and loyal souls. Every man who wore it became ennobled in the eyes of every woman. These boys in gray were strangers to none. Their uniform was a passport to every heart and every home. Broad Street was thronged with them all day long. Officers of all grades rode hither and thither, or congregated on the steps of the hotels. Squads of sol- diers promenaded, gayly chatting with acquaintances whom they chanced to meet. Occasionally the sound of drum and fife or the fuller music of a brass band would herald the appearance of a company or regiment, perhaps just arrived from some distant State, eager to reach the front. On more retired streets, at their homes, humble or luxurious, sweet young girls welcomed with kindly words and sunny smiles officers and private sol- diers, extending equal courtesy to both. The elegant mansions on Clay Street and elsewhere were never without soldier guests. Impromptu meals were served whenever needed. In elegant dining-rooms stately ser- vants supplied the Wants of soldiers. No one asked who they were, whence they came. They were Confederate soldiers — that was quite enough. In the cool drawing-rooms pleasant chat beguiled the summer hours, sweet songs floated out upon the air, or the more stirring notes of " Dixie" or " The Bonnie Blue Flag," played with a spirit and vim which electrified every listener. If these warriors who lingered here could have chosen ALPHA. 27 for themselves, they would never have thus quietly rested upon the laurels won at Manassas. Contrary to their wishes, they had been recalled from the pursuit of the flying foe and consigned to temporary inactivity. As the new companies or regiments came in they were marched into camp in the suburds or temporarily pro- vided for in the immense tobacco warehouses which were numerous all over the city. Passing one of these, at every window appeared laughing or discontented faces of soldiers newly arrived, full of ardor, ready and expect- ing to perform prodigies of valor, yet ignominiously shut up within four brick walls, with a sentinel guarding every door. The evening drills at the camp-grounds were attended by hundreds of ladies. So enthusiastic were these, so full of pride and admiration for the braves who had come to defend their homes and themselves, so entirely in ac- cord with the patriotic spirit which burned in every manly heart, that not a soldier, no matter how humble, came near or passed before a group of these animated beauties who was not literally bathed in the radiance of kindly smiles, — transformed into a demigod by the light of gloriously flashing eyes. iNTo pen can do justice to the scenes I would fain describe. Language is quite inadequate to express the feeling which then lived and had its being in the hearts of all Southern women towards the heroes who had risen up to defend the liberties of the South. Exalted far above mere sentiment, holding no element of vanity or selfishness, — idolatrous, if you will, yet an idolatry which inspired the heart, nerved the hand, and made *any sacrifice possible. No purer patriotism ever foiind lodgment in human breast. No more sacred fire was ever kindled by human hands on any altar than the impulse which imperatively called men from the peaceful 28 MEMORIES. avocations of life to repel the threatened invasion of their homes and firesides. They were actuated by no spirit of hatred or revenge (theri). They sought not to despoil, to lay waste. But, when justice was dethroned, her place usurped by the demon of hate and prejudice, when the policy of coercion and invasion was fully de- veloped, with one heart and voice the South cried aloud, "Stand! The ground's your own, my braves." Swift as a meteor, yet clear and unwavering, flashed and burned the beacon-light first kindled in South Caro- lina. A million torches lighted at this flame were borne aloft throughout the Southland. And now the invader had been met and foiled in his first attempt to conquer and desolate the homes of Yir- ginia. Who can wonder that their brave defenders were the idols of a grateful people ? Their valor, having been fully tested, had far surpassed the expectations of the most sanguine. "Hope told a flattering tale." Alas I too flattering, for the confldence begotten by this first success inspired a contempt for the foe quite un- deserved. Meanwhile, the summer sun still brightened the un- harmed capitol. The summer wind still bore aloft on the dome in Capitol Square the flag of the new Confeder- acy, the " stars and bars." Here, after sunset and in the moonlight, came young men and maidens, matrons and children. Old men, too, who, baring their silvery heads to the cool breeze, gazed upward at the bonnie flag, with a look half triumphant, half sad ; for the love of the " star-spangled banner" had grown with their growth and strengthened with their strength, and it had been hard to tear it from their hearts. To young eyes the new flag seemed an emblem of glory. Young hearts glowed with pride as often as they looked upon it. The story of the eventful hour when it ALPHA. 29 first replaced the '• stars and stripes" and floated over the capitol building in full view of the whole city, hailed by acclamations from many thousand voices, is still told with pride by the citizens of Eichmond. The moment it was known that Yirginia had passed the ordinance of secession, the cheering, enthusiastic crowd which had for hours surrounded Mechanics' Institute, made a rush for the State-House to " haul down" the old flag, and run up the '•' stars and bars." Upon making the attempt, it was found impossible to move the United States flag, some one having either' nailed or driven it with staples to the stafl'. Two boys, burning with zeal, started for the cupola to cut loose the flag. One of these, although a lad of eighteen, was a member of the Eichmond Howitzers. Hoping to out- strip the other, he climbed hand over hand up the light- ning-rod. Just as he reached the goal of his ambition, however, the staples securing the rod pulled out and the boy was left swaying back and forth in mid-air, while the crowd upon the top of the capitol and on the ground below looked on in horror. The lightning-rod was one of the old-fashioned sort, and more than an inch in diameter. One after another the staples gave way under the weight. The rod swayed gently back and forth as if uncertain which way to fall, but finally lurching to- wards the up-town side. Every one expected that the lad would be so disconcerted and appalled when he struck the edge of the roof, that he would be unable to look out for his own safety. One of the party resolved to attempt a rescue, although by so doing his own life would be endangered. Throwing himself flat on the roof like a bat, he slid down headforemost to the gutter, which, fortunately, was very wide. Placing himself on his back in this gutter so as to be able to arrest the other poor boy in his fall, he waited until the lightning-rod 3* . 30 MEMORIES. struck the roof, then called out loudly, "Let go; I'll catch you." The boy obeyed, and as he slipped down the roof in an almost unconscious condition, his rescuer in the gutter grasped and held him until he recovered his self-possession, when both pulled off their shoes and climbed the steep roof to the skylight. Both boys were gallant soldiers, but perhaps neither was ever again in greater danger than when excess of patriotism cost the one that hazardous ride on the lightning-rod, the other to assume the equally dangerous but noble position of rescuer. Both are still living, — veterans now. One, occupying a position of honor and of public trust, is a personal friend of the writer. To me the Confederate flag was an object of profound love and passionate devotion. It represented hopes that I thought could never fail, possibilities so glorious that imagination was dazzled. I used to go to the square before sunrise, leading my little boy, trying vainly to make him understand and share in some degree my own enthusiasm, but instead he only busied himself in trying to steal near enough to pounce upon one of the many little birds flitting from spray to spray with happy songs. Approaching the beautiful monument where the statues are so lifelike as to appear real compasions, sentient and cognizant of one's presence, I chose always a seat where I could gaze upon the face of Patrick Henry, recalling his stirring words, trying to imagine what he w^ould have thought and said noio, and almost daring to wish that soul of fire might come, if only for a moment, to animate the cold form ; that the silent lips might speak, the eyes look upward to where the breeze of morning stirred the sacred flag which my own heart saluted. Lingering thus until the first rays of the sun canie to glorify its waving folds, I drank in deep ALPHA. 31 draughts of patriotism and love for the holy cause, sweet, inspiring, elevating; a tonic powerful and last- ing in its effects, bracing mind and soul to persevere in the course I had marked out for myself, to tread unfal- teringly a path beset by difficulties then undreamed of. Not long afterward the capitol square became forever sacred to Southern hearts ; for here, standing upon the steps of the beautiful monument, beneath the bronze statue of George Washington, the first President of the Southern Confederacy took upon himself the solemn vows of office, and at the same time the stirring airs of " Dixie" and " The Bonnie Blue Flag" received the stamp of nationality. Ah ! then how overwhelming the applause. But no one dreamed of a time in the far future when the Southern Confederacy should have become a thing of the past; of a time when the first faint notes of " Dixie" would have power to sway the hearts of thou- sands, to turn quiet crowds into excited, surging masses of men who would rend the air with cheers and the dear old "rebel yell," of women who, unable to control their feelings, would testify by applauding hands, waving handkerchiefs, and streaming eyes how precious were the memories awakened. One moonlight evening I stood again before the statue of that grand patriot and statesman, Patrick Henry. My companions were Mrs. Frances Grawthmey, of Richmond, and Commodore Matthew F. Maury, a man whom the scientific world delighted to honor, and of whom it may be well said, " We ne'er shall look upon his like again." When Virginia cast her fortunes with the Southern Confederacy, he held a distinguished position under the United States G-overnment. Had he sought self-aggran- dizement, renown, the fullest recognition of valuable services to the Government, the way was open, the prospect dazzling. But he was not even tempted. Be- 32 MEMORIES. loved voices called him, — the voices of love and duty. He listened, obeyed, laying at the feet of the new Con- federacy as loyal a heart as ever beat, — a resplendent genius, the knowledge which is power. In the days of my childhood I had known Captain Maury, and had been taught to revere him. When we met in Eichraond, Commodore Maury was still my friend and mentor. His kindly ofiices were mine whenever needed, and his care followed me through all vicissi- tudes, until, after many months, the varying fortunes of war separated us, never, alas ! to meet again in this world. On the evening referred to above, Mrs. Gawthmey and myself, escorted by Commodore Maury, passed through the square on our way to the hotel, where we expected to meet a brilliant circle of distinguished Southerners. Arrived in front of the monument, we paused involun- tarily. The same thoughts which had before come to me seemed to possess all our minds. Mrs. Gawthmey re- marked, " If Patrick Henry had been living, I reckon Virginia would have stepped out of the Union side by side with South Carolina." " Well," replied Commodore Maury, "he would have acted as he thought. There would have been no ' pros and cons,' and his irresistible eloquence would have carried all before it." Then bar- ing his head, while the moonlight seemed to glorify his grand intellectual countenance, he repeated a portion of that grand oration of Mr. Henry ending, " Give me lib- erty or give me death." As these immortal words fell from his lips all remained silent, though wrought up to the highest pitch of patriotic excitement. After a mo- ment we walked on very quietly, until, passing out of the mellow moonlight, we entered the brilliantly-lighted parlors of the Spottswood Hotel. The hum of conversation, the sound of careless, happy ALPHA. 33 laughter, the music of a band playing outside, soon brought us down from the heights of enthusiasm to thev delightful realities of the present. For, spite of battle and death and perplexities, even certain trouble ahead, Richmond was ga^^, hopeful, and "all went merry as a marriage bell." The gaunt spectres of privation, want, disease, death, of ruined homes, starving families, and universal desolation, were shadows which fled before the legions of hope pressing so gladly and gayly to the front. Here in one corner laughing girls bewitched and held in thrall young soldier boys, — willing captives, — yet meet- ing the glances of bright eyes with far less courage than they had shown while facing the guns upon the battle- field. Thrilling tales of the late battle were poured into credulous ears: "PPe were here. We were there. We were everywhere. Our company accomplished wonder- ful deeds of valor ;" and if Beauty's smile be indeed a fit reward, truly the.'^e young heroes received it. Our party exchanged greetings with several groups, seating ourselves at last within the brilliant circle sur- rounding Judge and Mrs. Hopkins, of Alabama. Here were several ladies, wives of distinguished officers in the Confederate service, members of the Cabinet, and others, and splendid-looking officers in handsome uniforms were constantly coming and going, exchanging courteous greetings, lingering for a few moments in conversation, grave or gay. Here, perhaps, a stately form strode up and down the large rooms so engrossed in thought as to be regardless of all that w^as passing. There, in deep converse, stood a group equally regardless of their sur- roundings, whose grave faces and earnest questions showed the importance of the subject under discussion. Among those who upon that evening and afterward, " many a time and oft," were met together in those brilliant rooms there was not one heart untouched by 34 MEMORIES. the fire of patriotism, — a flame fed by every thought, word, and action, burning ever with steadily-increasing brightness. I fail to recall many of the illustrious names which on that night sounded like stirring music in my ears; but as often as memory reverts to that scene, the forerunner of repeated pleasures, I seem to feel anew the pressure of friendly hands, unforgotten faces appear through the mists of the past, still aglow with " the light of other days." Judge Hopkins was rather an invalid, but his high position, fine appearance, his pleasant conversational powers, marked him as one worthy of attention from all. To Mrs. Hopkins had been entrusted the duty of caring for the sick and wounded soldiers from Alabama. Two State hospitals had alreadj^ been established by her, and she had full power to control all matters con- nected with these hospitals, except such as came within the province of the surgeon in charge. 1 have never seen a woman better fitted for such a work. Energetic, tireless, systematic, loving profoundly the cause and its defenders, she neglected no detail of business or other thing that could afford aid or comfort to the sick or wounded. She kept up a voluminous cor- respondence, made in person every purchase for her charges, received and accounted for hundreds of boxes sent from Alabama containing clothing and delicacies for the sick, and visited the wards of the hospitals every day. If she found any duty neglected by nurse or sur- geon or hospital steward, her reprimand was certain and very severe. She could not nurse the sick or wounded personally, for her whole time was necessarily devoted to executive duties, but her smile was the sweetest, I believe, that ever lit up a human face, and standing by ALPHA. 35 the bedside of some poor Alabamian, away from home, and wretched as well as sick, she must have seemed to him like an angel visitant. A more decided woman in dealing with all who came within her influence or con- trol I never knew, yet she was kindl}^ withal, though never expecting or brooking opposition. To her hus- Oand alone she deferred in all things, and was gentleness itself. On meetino; her for the first time she called me to her side, saying, in her abrupt way, " I like you, you are so in earnest ; do you really mean to nurse our sick soldiers during the war, as Mr. Maury tells me ?" I replied, as I distinctly recollect, with great fervor, " I do, God help- ing me." " But you are not strong enough, and you are too young." Again I replied, " I feel that I am called to the work, and strength will be given me." She laid her hand kindly upon my shoulder, smiling as she said, " I may put you to the test some day ; be ready." This converaation occurred on the evening of my visit to the hotel with my friends. On the way home an earnest protest against my " quixotic idea" was made by both, which ended in a truce of a few days, during which it was hoped I would repent and rescind my determination. On the corner of Clay and Twelfth Streets stood the pleasant and commodious residence of Mr. and Mrs. Booker. My friend Mrs. Gawthmey resided here, and here the greater part of my time was spent when "off duty" (of which more anon). This model Virginia household was so true a type of the homes of Eichmond as they were at that time, that 36 MEMORIES. its description will present to the reader all, for the same spirit pervaded every one. As in almost every case, the young men of the family were in the Confeder- ate service (the sons of this household were of the Eichmond Howitzers). The father, in feeble health, yet lavished his means and his little strength upon every patriotic duty which arose. The mother, far more youthful, active, and energetic, full of enthusiasm for the cause, exceeding proud of the brave boys whom she had freely sent out to battle, loving and serving all sol- diers with heart and hand, was seconded with equal ardor and wonderful ability by her sweet young daugh- ters. The spare sleeping-rooms were always daintily prepared, and at the service of any soldier who needed care and rest. Soldiers feeble from recent illness were encouraged to recline awhile in restful arm-chairs in the cool flower-scented parlors, while the girls often enter- tained them with music or pleasant conversation. ]N'ot a meal was set in that house unshared by one or more soldiers. The table was always as attractive as finest linen damask, elegant china and glass, and hand- some silver could make it. The meals were abundant and nourishing, but plain. Delicacies of all kinds were prepared constantly in that "Yirginia kitchen," and daintily arranged in the pantry by the ladies' own hands, but only to be sent to the sick and wounded strangers lying in the numerous hospitals. Opposite to the home just described arose the spa- cious but unpretentious residence of President Davis, the Confederate " White House" (in this case only in a figu- rative sense, for the executive mansion was of dark brown stone or stucco). As nearly as I can remember, the main entrance was on Clay Street. On one side the windows opened on Twelfth Street, on the other lay a beautiful garden extending quite to the edge of '' Shokoe ALPHA. 37 Hill," which overlooked the classic valley of " Butcher- town," through the midst of which ran " Shokoe Creek." The boys of this region, from generation to generation, had been renowned for exceeding pugnacity. Between them and the city boys constantly-recurring quarrels were so bitter that sometimes men were drawn in through sympathy with their boys. The law seemed powerless to put an end to this state of things. Eegular arrangements were made, definite challenges were given and accepted, and fights took place between successive sets of boys as they grew old enough to throw down or take up the gauntlet. Eichmond was at that time considered a law-abiding city, and had only a few policemen, whom the boys found it easy to elude. The appearance of officers Chalkly and Tyler, however, generally served to close the fight until next time. Within the Presidential mansion was no magnificence of furniture or appointments, — nothing in the style of living calculated to create dissatisfaction or a sense of injustice in the minds of those who, equally with their chosen leader, had already sacrificed much, and were willing to give their all to the cause. No pomp and circumstance chilled loyal hearts. Jefi'erson Davis, the statesman to whose wisdom had been entrusted the destinies of the South ; the patriot who merged his ambition, his hopes, himself, in his de- votion to the right ; the Christian, who humbly committed his ways unto the Lord, whose dignity enhanced pros- perity, whose fortitude conquered adversity, — Jeiferson Davis, the chosen exponent of undying principles, was yet in his own house simply a Southern gentleman, — a kindly, genial host, extending genuine hospitality to all. Of Mrs. Davis my recollections are very pleasant. Always meeting from her a cordial reception, admiring the unaffected courtesy which put her visitors at their 4 38 MEMORIES. ease, I yet became distinctly conscious that in her the feelings of wife and mother were stronger than any other ; that no matter into what station of life it should please God to call her, devotion to these womanly duties would be paramount. From the very first there was among the people of the South an earnest dependence upon God, a habit of appeal to His mercy and loving-kindness, and a marked attention to religious duties. On Sundays the churches Avere crowded with devout worshippers. Every service was attended by more or less Confederate soldiers, gen- erally in squads, but sometimes even in companies, mar- shalled by some of their officers. The first Sunday after my arrival in Eichmond, kneel- ing in St. James's Church, I heard for the first time the changed prayer for the " President of the Confederate States and all others in authority." A death-like silence prevailed during the most solemn and impressive read- ing of the prayer. Then from every mouth welled forth a fervent, heartfelt "Amen !" The earnest, manly voices of the soldiers added depth and volume to the sound which thrilled every pulse of one's being. It did not seem to us that we were merely going through a form of prayer for one of " those in high places," but that our President was one of ourselves, and all hearts went out toward him, earnestly desiring for him heaven's choicest blessings, — the all-wise guidance he was so sure to need. Scattered all over the city in many a shady nook were cosey, pleasant retreats, where wounded or sick soldiers were gladly welcomed, — private hospitals presided over by ladies, sustained by their constant attention and un- bounded liberality. One lady generally had direction of the affairs of one particular hospital, assisted by others whose duties lay just there, and who devoted each in turn on successive days their entire care and attention ALPHA. 39 to this labor of love. For instance, on Monday certain ladies sent in all the cooked food needed by the patients. Others personally nursed the sick. Still others attended to the distribution of the food or superintended the ser- vants, and so with all duties required. On Tuesday another set of ladies were on duty, and so on. My whole heart and soul went out toward the sick soldiers. My days were mostly spent in visiting the hospitals. At first the larger ones attracted me, because there seemed to be so many sufferers and more need of nurses. My timid advances (never amounting to a direct ap- plication, but only a suggestion as to my qualifications as a nurse) were condescendingly smiled down by the surgeons in charge. My youthful appearance was against me. Besides, there really was no need for other nursing in many of the State hospitals, notably that of Louisi- ana, than the angelic ministrations of the Sisters of Charity, whose tireless vigils knew no end, whose skill and efiiciency, as well as their constant devotion, envi- roned the patients committed to their care. Occasionally I was allowed the blessed privilege of fanning a sick hero or of moistening parched lips or bathing fevered brows. But somebody always came whose business it was to do these things, and I was set aside. One day, however, by a happy chance, T found in a ward of one of the hospitals a poor fellow who seemed to have been left to die. So forlorn, so feeble, so near death did he seem, that my heart yearned over him, for he was only a boy, and I knew he was some mother's darling. He had, like many other soldiers, been unwilling to go to a hospital, and remaining in camp while broken out with measles, took cold and provoked an attack of pneumonia. In addition to this, terrible abscesses had formed under each ear, and his eyes were swollen and suppurating. His 40 MEMORIES. surgeon said there was little hope of his recovery; none at all unless he could be removed to some more quiet place, and receive unremitting care and watchfulness as well as excellent nursing. " Can he be removed if I promise to fulfil all these conditions?" said I. "It is a risk, but his only chance," replied Dr. . " Then I will go at once and prepare a place." As I spoke, the suffering boy grasped my hand with all his feeble strength, as if afraid to let me leave him. Eeassuring him as well as I could, I rushed off to the " Soldiers' Eest," where I knew I should find friends ready and willing to help me. My tale was soon told to the ladies in charge, who at once and with all their hearts entered into my plans. One vacant cot temptingly clean and white was moved into a secluded corner and assigned to me for the use of my " sick boy." The loan of an am- bulance, readily obtained, facilitated his removal. That same evening I had the satisfaction of seeing him laid carefully upon the comfortable bed so kindly prepared by the ladies of the Soldiers' Eest, exhausted, but evi- dently not worse for the change. Eight here began my career as a nurse of Confederate soldiers. This was my first patient, — my very own, — to have and to hold until the issues of life and death should be decided. All facilities were accorded me by the ladies. Dr. Little gave his most careful attention and his greatest skill, but the nursing, the responsibility, was mine. I may as well state that I came off with flying colors, earning the precious privilege, so ardently desired, of being enrolled among those ready for duty and to be trusted. My patient recovered, and returned to his command, the Mississippi Eegiment. His name was D. Babers, and twenty years after the war I met him once more, — a stalwart, bearded man, as unlike as possi- ble the pale young soldier who had lived in my memory. ALPHA. . 41 His delight and gratitude and that of his family seemed unbounded, and so I found the bread once cast upon the waters very sweet when returned to me " after many days." Finding that my desultory Avanderings among the larger hospitals were likely to result in little real useful- ness, and that the ladies attached to the Soldiers' Eest would be glad of my help, I became a regular attendant there. This delightful place of refuge for the sick and wounded was situated high up on Clay Street, not very far from one of the camps and parade-grounds. A rough little school-house, it had been transformed into a bower of beauty and comfort by loving hands. The walls, freshly whitewashed, were adorned with attractive pictures. The windows were draped with snowy cur- tains tastefully looped back to admit the summer breeze or carefully drawn to shade the patient, as circumstances required. The beds were miracles of whiteness, and clean linen sheets, in almost every case, draped and covered them. Softest pillows in slips of odorous linen supported the restless heads of the sick. By the side of each cot stood a small table (one or two old-fashioned stands of solid mahogany among them). Upon these were spread fine napkins. Fruit, drinks, etc., were set upon them, not in coarse, common crockery, but in delicate china and glass. Nothing was too good for the soldiers. The school-house contained three rooms. The school-room proper was quite large, and here were ranged about thirty beds. One of the recitation-rooms was set apart for patients who might need special attention or seclusion. The other was occupied by the ladies whose duty it was to receive and distribute the delicate and nutritious supplies of food which unfailingly arrived at stated hours, borne by aristocratic-looking colored ser- vants, on silver waiters or in baskets covered with snowy 4* 42 MEMORIES. damask. During every hour of the day. gentle women ministered untiringly to the sick. They woke from fevered dreams to behold kindly faces bending above them, to feel the touch of soft hands, to receive the cool- ing draught or welcome food. Every evening brought carriage-loads of matrons and young girls laden with flowers or fruit, bringing books, and, better than all, smiles and pleasant words. The sick soldiers were ob- jects of interest to all. All hearts yearned over them, all hands were ready to serve them. As night came on, the ladies who had served during the day were replaced by others. No one ever failed to meet her self-imposed duties. jN'o patient was for a moment neglected. I cannot recall the names of all the ladies who at- tended at the Soldiers' Eest. Those whom I knew best were Mrs. Gawthmey, Mrs. Booker, Mrs. Grant, Miss Catherine Poitreaux, Mrs. Edmond Euffin, and Miss Susan Watkins. A few steps below, between Ninth and Tenth Streets, was another private hospital, similar in almost every respect to the one just described, organized and presided over by Mrs. Caroline Mayo. She also was assisted by several ladies, but had entire direction, and threw her- self into the work with all her soul. Her patriotism was boundless, her courage and endurance unfailing. Not only at that time, but for three years, every hour of her time, every thought of her heart, was given to the sick and Avounded Confederates. Sometimes, alas ! the care and nursing lavished upon the sick was unavailing. Death often invaded the " Eest." In every case the rites of burial were accorded. Women remembered tenderly the far-distant mother or wife, and therefore honored their dead. For a few daj^s after my patient had ceased to need special nursing I continued to serve with the ladies ALPHA. 43 attached to the little hospital on Clay Street, still long- ing, however, for a larger sphere of usefulness. One morning, just as I had arrived there and was pre- paring to begin my daily duties, a carriage stopped at the door, from which Mrs. Judge Hopkins descended, and, hastily entering the hospital, announced to the ladies that she had " come for Mrs. Beers.'" They strongly demurred, and I felt at first great hesitation in obeying so hasty a summons.. But Mrs. Hopkins was very much in earnest. " Indeed, you must come," said she, " for I have great need of you. A large number of sick and wounded Alabamians will arrive this morn- ing. I have found a place to put them, but some one must be there to prepare for their accommodation, to receive hospital supplies, and direct their arrangement, while I make purchases and attend to other matters. Come," holding out both hands towards me ; " no hireling can fill the place. Come, now, with me: we have no time to lose." I hesitated no longer, but entered the carriage. We were at once driven down-town, stopping to order cots, mattresses, etc., then to the corner of and Streets, where stood an immense tobacco factory, owned by Messrs. Turpin & Yarborough. Arrived here, a pitiful sight met our eyes. Perhaps fifty sick men had arrived unexpectedly, and were sit- ting or lying about in every conceivable position ex- pressive of feebleness, extreme illness, utter exhaustion. Mr. Yarborough, having given up the keys to Mrs. Hop- kins, was impatiently pacing in and out among the prostrate men. Coming upon this scene, both Mrs. Hopkins and myself at once realized all that lay before us, and braced our nerves to meet the emergency. The men were soon under shelter, but no beds had yet arrived. Mrs. Hopkins led me into the factory, in- troduced me to Dr. Clark, who had come to take charge 44 MEMORIES. as surgeon, and placed me under him at the head of affairs as her deputy. A corps of nurses, hastily sum- moned, were ordered to report to me. Meantime immense boxes arrived from the depot, sent by the people of Alabama. These contained pillows, comforts, sheets, as well as wines, cordials, and every delicacy for the sick, also quantities of shirts, drawers, and socks, old and new. The boxes were wrenched open, pillows placed quickly under the heads of the sickest, and cordials administered. As the beds came in they were placed, made up, and the worst cases first, others after- ward, were transferred to them, until all were lying comfortably between clean sheets and clad in clean shirts and drawers. There was no lack of food, both substantial and of a kind proper for the very sick. I do not believe that a squad of sick soldiers arrived in Eichmond, at least during the first year of the war, who were not discovered and bountifully fed shortly after their arrival. In this case waiter after waiter of food was sent in, first from the house of Mr. Yarborough and afterward by all the neighborhood. Hospital sup- plies having been ordered as soon as it was known the sick men were expected, all necessaries were soon at hand, while the boxes referred to supplied many luxu- ries. The large room into which all these were huddled presented for days a scene of "confusion worse con- founded." The contents of two of the largest boxes were dumped upon the floor, the boxes themselves serving, one as a table for the drugs, the other as a sort of coun- ter where the druggist quickly compounded prescrip- tions, which the surgeons as hastily seized and personally administered. Carpenters were set at work; but of course shelves, etc., could not be magically produced, so we placed boards across barrels, arranging in piles the contents of the boxes for ready use. ALPHA. 45 Mrs. Hopkins, sitting upon a box, directed these mat- ters, while I had my hands full attending to the poor fellows in the wards where they had been placed. Four of our sick died that night. I had never in my life witnessed a death-scene before, and had to fight hard to keep down the emotion which would have greatly impaired my usefulness. At the end of a long, large wing of the factory were two excellent rooms, formerly the offices of the owners. These were comfortably fitted up, the one as a bedroom for myself, and the other as a sitting-room and private office. A female servant was specially assigned to me, who slept on a mattress on the floor of the sitting-room, and whose duty it was to accompany me through the wards and render any special or personal service re- quired. A long hall ran along this wing, connecting the offices with the main building. The long, broad room opening out of this hall was fitted up as a ward specially mine, for the reception of my own friends and very ill patients who needed my special attention day and night. This favor was granted me because I had shown some unwillingness to place myself in any position where I could not nurse any Louisiana soldier friends or others who might desire or be permitted to come to me. As soon as matters were somewhat settled, my little son joined me in my new quarters, and thus the Third Ala- bama Hospital became our home for many a month. The little fellow spent very little time there, however. My Eichmond friends never lost sight of me for one day during my service in that city. Nearly every day my little boy was sent for to play among happy children, far away from the impure atmosphere of the hospital, which was soon filled with patients suffering from almost every form of disease. As the demand for more room became pressing, the 46 MEMORIES. three stories of the main building were successively util- ized, as well as a large storage-room in the yard. The ground-floor contained the surgeons' and steward's of- fices, store-rooms, etc., while the second and third formed two immense sick-wards. The first floor of the long wing before mentioned was occupied by the kitchen and sleeping apartments for servants. Mrs. Hopkins and I thought exactly alike regarding the disposition of the delicacies continuously sent from all points in Alabama for the sick and wounded. None but the sick should have them. Nothing but the simple though plentiful rations were ever served at the meals, which the resident surgeons and druggists shared with me. Yet, by the never-ceasing kindness of friends out- side, I was well suppUed with luxuries enough for my- self, and to share with my messmates each day. Having the care and responsibility of so many sick, my time was fully occupied. I seldom went out. I could not stop to talk to visitors, but often led kind ladies to the bedsides of those whom I knew would enjoy and be benefited by their bright presence and kindly words, as well as by their offerings of flowers, fruit, or dainties. Amid disease and suff'ering, battling always with death (too often, alas ! the conqueror), I was yet happy and content. The surgeons were skilful and devoted ; the means at hand to supply the wants, even the caprices of \\\y patients, as soon as expressed. I loved very dearly these heroes whom I served, and felt that I was as well beloved. Welcoming smiles, eager greetings, grateful words, blessed me as unfailingly as the sunlight and dew the earth. Every hour of toil brought its own rich reward. These were Confederate soldiers. God had permitted me to work for the holy cause. This was enough to flood my whole being with content and deepest gratitude. ALPHA. 47 N'ext to Commodore Maury one of my most faithful friends was Dr. Little, of Richmond. He was surgeon of the Soldiers' Rest, and also attended the sick soldiers at many private houses in the city and at some of the larger hospitals. Small in^ stature, in extremely delicate health, he was yet a giant as far as skill and work were concerned. An earnest Christian, a polished gentleman, of quiet and unassuming yet elegant manners, interesting in conver- sation, a true, firm friend, an unflinching patriot, what more could be added to indicate an almost perfect char- acter? His care and watchfulness, combined with rare skill, — directed b}^ the All-merciful Father, — saved the life of my little boy, who was brought to death's door by an attack of typhoid fever during the fall of 1861. Meantime, as the months rolled on, it became evident that the victory at Manassas could not be considered as a criterion of future success. Everywhere there was fighting. Yarying fortune attended the Confederate arms. Z7nvar3ing glory, unsurpassed, magnificent bravery so dazzled the eyes of the nation that none saw or admitted defeat anywhere. Yet valuable terri- tory had been surrendered. Homeless refugees flocked into Richmond, but even these were hopeful and defiant, almost i^roud of their early martyrdom, ready to serve the cause by " doing all their hands found to do with their might." If anything had been needed to inspire hope, to arouse patriotic pride, the appearance of Johnston's army as it passed through Richmond on its way to the Peninsula to foil once more the " On-to-Richmond" plans of the enemy would have more than sufficed. Oh, what days were those, which came unheralded, to write their history in letters of fire upon the records of the city of Richmond ! 48 MEMORIES. Greneral Johnston had kept his own counsel. Says Pollard : " With such consummate address was this move managed, that our own troops had no idea of what was intended until the march was taken up." Soldiers had been continually passing through the city, but by com- panies or regiments, each in its turn admired and en- thusiasticall}^ cheered. Now, w^hen seemingly countless legions swept by with martial tread, their resounding footsteps and splendid appearance equally with the roll of many drums and the clash of regimental bands stirred the hearts of the multitude thronging the side- walks, crowding every door-way and gallery, '' mount- ing wall and battlement, yea, even to chimney-top ;" not, indeed, to see a -'great Csesar," but to hail with wildest delight a magnificent army, of which the hum- blest soldier was a " greater than Cassar," inasmuch as he was ready to sacrifice upon the altar of patriotism all that the Roman conqueror held most dear first of all, — personal ambition. Among the crowd, side by side with the ladies resi- dent in Richmond, stood mothers, wives, sisters, from other Southern States, looking eagerly for the well- known uniform worn by their own, proudly pointing them out as they passed, even to utter strangers, sure of warmest sympathy, following them with longing eyes until they were lost to sight, hundreds, alas ! forever. Among the gayly-fluttering banners borne proudly aloft some were ragged and torn by shot or shell. As each of these appeared men shouted themselves hoarse, women drew shuddering sighs and grew deathly pale, as if realizing for the first time the horrors of war and the dangers their loved ones had passed. For several days this excitement was kept up. All night heavy artillery rumbled along Broad Street. At any hour of the night I could see from my window ALPHA. 49 shadowy figures of mounted men, could hear the cease- less tramp of cavalry horses. Every day the sun shone upon the glittering bayonets and gay flags of swiftly- passing soldiery. The air was flooded with music until the last strain died away, and the calm which preceded a terrible storm of battle fell upon the city. The glorious scenes of the past few days had en- gendered a sense of protection and security. All felt that this splendid army must prove invincible. In the Yalley of Virginia brave troops under Stone- wall Jackson were actively engaged in keeping the enemy at bay. Forced marches, insufficient food, the want of tents to shelter them from the weather while they slept, continually decimated this army. The number of wounded in our wards increased daily. Sick men poured into the hos2:)ital. Often they came too late, having remained at the post of duty until fever had sapped the springs of life or the rattling breath sounded the knell of hope, marking too surely that fatal disease, double pneumonia. Awestruck I watched the fierce battle for life, the awful agony, trying vainly every means of rehef, lingering to witness struggles which wrung my heart, because I could not resist the appeal- ing glance of dying eyes, the hoarse, whistling whisper that bade me stay, — because I must try to comfort the parting soul, must hope to catch some last word or message to comfort the loved ones at home. Since then I have witnessed every form of suffering and death, but none more appalling than the fierce struggle for breath, when the lungs are filling up by sure degrees, in the last stages of the disease. Kever has the Death Angel seemed to me more merciful than when he took in his icy grasp the fevered hands wildly beating the air, closed the starting eyes, silenced the gasping breath. 50 MEMORIES. Fortunately, I then had ample means at my command to relieve suffering, in many cases even to indulge the caprices of the sick. In this I only acted as the almoner of devoted, generous women in far-away homes, who deprived themselves of every luxury to benefit the sick soldiers. There seemed to be no end to the arrival and unpacking of boxes. To nearly every one of numberless pairs of socks and gloves was pinned a paper upon which was written some kindly message, a few words of cheer, generally signed with the name of the donor. Strange as it may seem, it is perfectly true that I found among these (not once, but several times) the name of one of my patients, and at a venture bearing the article to his bedside, watched his delight, the eager grasp, the brightened eyes, the heaving breast of some poor fellow who had thus acci- dentally received a gift and message from his own home. Although relieved of all unnecessary fatigue, having at my command nurses and servants to carry out my plans for the sick, the burden of their suffering lay heavy upon my own heart. The already full wards of the hospital now became crowded. For many of the gallant men who a few weeks before had marched so gayly to their doom were brought back bearing horrible, ghastly wounds. Anxious responsibility murdered sleep. A shuddering horror, a consuming pity, possessed me as often as dread- ful groans from the operating-room reached my ears. No one could have convinced me then that I should ever^e^ used to it, as I did later. Mrs. Hopkins watched over me with the tenderness of a mother. But she also had hands and heart full. Her cautions, with those of other friends, bore not a feather's weight in comparison with the increasing de- ALPHA. 51 mands of my sick. But one day I fell fainting while on duty. Thus began a severe attack of nervous fever, which brought me very low. Can I ever forget the tender, devoted nursing of some of the ladies of Eich- mond! Truly it seemed as if "God had sent angelic legions," whose sweet faces bent above me da}'' after day, whose kindly voices pervaded my feverish dreams. The same care usually given to sick soldiers was now lav- ished upon me. After several days I was able to leave my bed, but, finding myself totally unfit for dut}', and being unwilling to remain a burden upon my kind friends, I decided to go to my husband's relatives in Alabama, though fully intending to return to my labors in Eichmond as soon as my strength should be restored. My husband having been transferred to the Army of Tennessee, where he continued to serve until the close of the war, this plan was changed. I have never since revisited the scene of my earliest service to the Confed- eracy. Perhaps it is as well that I did not, for memory preserves at least this one picture, more full of light than shadow, because always softly illumined by the beauti- ful star which had not then begun to wane, — " the star of Hope." CHAPTEE II. ALABAMA. ^^Here we resty The hoarse panting of the steam-pipes, the clangor of bells, the splashing of the paddle-wheels, died away in the distance as I stood upon the landing watching the receding boat steaming down the Alabama Eiver on its way to Mobile. Ah, how lovely appeared the woodland scenery around me ! The sombre green of pines, and the equally dark though gloss}^ foliage of oaks, were beautifully enlivened b}^ lighter greens, and by the brilliant hues of the sassa- fras-tree. Here climbed in tantalizing beauty — tempt- ing as insidious vice, which attracts but to destroy — the poison-oak vine. Cherokee roses starred the hedges, or, adventurously climbing the highest trees, flung down- ward graceful pendants. Upon the edge of the bank stood a lofty pine, branchless and dead, but, by the law of compensation which nature delights to execute, clothed to the very top with closely-clinging vines of mingled green and brightest red. Standing upon the bluff above the river, drinking in the beauty of the scene, listening to the murmur of waters, the song of birds, the weird music of the pines, I repeated to myself the sweet name Alabama with a new sense of its fitness : sweet quiet and restfulness seemed to belong to the spot. Surely, the noise of battle, the suffering and sorrow I had so lately witnessed, could never invade this abode of peace. Walking towards the house where I was to 62 1 ALABAMA. 53 await conversance to the plantation of my uncle, I heard the moaning of one apparently in deep distress. At the door the lady of the house appeared, with red eyes and a sorrowful countenance. Said she, "Just listen at Mrs. . Her son went off on the boat to join the army, and 'pears like she can't get over it. She kept up splen- did until after he got off.'' I sat listening, not daring to intrude upon such sorrow. Over the lovely landscape before me fell the shadow of the future, a shadow soon to darken every fair domain, every home in all the South. After a time the grieving mother passed out, and, entering her carriage, was driven away to her desolate home. Later, I, too, accomplished the last ten miles of my journey, arriving at my destination in time for supper, and meeting with a cordial welcome from my friends. Let none give undue praise to the women to whom during the war Almighty God vouchsafed the inestima- ble privilege of remaining near the front, even though they may have endured untold hardship, hours of agony while listening to the noise of battle, fully realizing the extreme danger of beloved fathers, husbands, or sons. ^ever until my visit to Alabama had I fully realized the horrors of suspense, — the lives of utter self-abnega- tion heroically lived by women in country homes all over the South during the dreary years of the war. Every day — every hour — was fraught with anxiety and dread. Eumor was always busy, but they could not hear definitely : they could not know how their loved ones were faring. Can imagination conceive a situation more pitiable? Grhastly visions made night hideous. During the day, the quick galloping of a horse, the unexpected appear- 54 MEMORIES. ance of a visitor, would agitate a whole household, send- ing women in haste to some secret place where they might pray for strength to bear patiently whatever tidings the messenger should bring. Self-denial in all things began from the first. Butter, eggs, chickens, etc., were classed as luxuries, to be col- lected and sent by any opportunity offering to the nearest point of shipment to hospital or camp. Fruits were gathered and made into preserves or wine "for the sick soldiers." Looms were set up on every planta- tion. The whirr of the spinning-wheel was heard from morning until night. Dusky forms hovered over large iron cauldrons, continually thrusting down into the boiling dye the product of the looms, to be transformed into Confederate gray or butternut jeans. In the wide halls within the plantation-houses stood tables piled with newly-dyed cloth and hanks of wool- len or cotton yarns. The knitting of socks went on incessantlj'. Ladies walked about in performance of household or plantation duties, sock in hand, "casting on," "heeling," "turning off." By the light of pine knots the elders still knitted far into the night, while to young eyes and more supple fingers was committed the task of finishing off comforts that had been " tacked" during the day, or completing heavy army overcoats ; and painfully these toiled over the unaccustomed task. When a sufficient number of these articles had been completed by the united efforts of ladies for miles around, a meeting was held at one of the churches, where all helped to pack boxes to be sent to " the front." I attended one of these meetings, the memory of which is ever fresh. We started from the plantation in the early morning. Our way lay along the red clay roads which in many parts of Alabama contrast so beautifully with the vari- ALABAMA. 55 ously-shaded green of the woods and the brown carpet beneath the pines. The old negro driver, "Uncle George," sitting upon the box, looked solemnly out from the enormous and stiff shirt-collar which helped to support his dignity. I believe the old man always drove his beautiful horses under protest. It was either too early or too late, too hot or too cold, the roads either too muddy or too dusty. This particular morning was so lovely that even the horses seemed to enjoy it, and for some reason " Uncle G-eorge" was less pompous and more gentle than usual. Perhaps the anxious faces of the ladies touched his heart, or he may have been softened by the knowledge of the perils his young masters were being subjected to. As often as we passed horseman or carriage on the road a stop was ordered, while the ladies made eager inquiries for news from Eichmond. The battle of Shiloh, and afterwards that of Seven Pines, had desolated many homes in the vicinit}^. The fate of some was yet uncertain. Strong fellow-feeling knit all hearts. Any passer-by, even if a stranger, asked or answered questions. A drive of eight miles brought us to the church, a simple, lowly building, the " Grove Church" I believe it was called. Here beneath the shade were drawn several carriages, and at the door a few plantation- wagons waited, some laden with straw, others with articles to be sent off. In the vestibule, boxes were being rapidly filled. It was a busy scene, but by no means a gay one. A few unconscious children " played at party" in the pews, setting out on leaves or bits of bark their luncheon, broken into fragments, and serving in acorn cups cold water for tea. Unmolested and un- reproved, they ran up and down the steps of the high, 56 MEMORIES. old-fashioned pulpit, half-fearfully sitting down upon the minister's chair, or standing on tip-toe to peep over the sacred desk at the busy group below. Young girls moved silently about "helping." Over their pale lips not a ripple of laughter broke. The fire of youth seemed to have died out of their sad eyes, quenched for a time by floods of bitter tears. To kindly question one of these replied, "Mamma is well, but of course utterly prostrated, and does not leave her room. Papa is still in Yirginia nursing Bud- die Eddie. We have no tidings of brother yet ; he is reported ' missing,' but we hope he may have been taken prisoner." Some familiar faces were absent. And of these it was told that one had lost a husband, another a son, and so the sadness deepened. Presently the trot of a horse was heard. In another moment the good minister stood among his people. Alas! he could only confirm the fearful tales of battle and carnage. But from the storehouse of mind and heart he brought forth precious balm, won direct from heaven by earnest prayer and simple faith. With this he strove to soothe the un- happy, anxious ones who looked to him for comfort. His heart yearned over his little flock, wandering in a pathway beset with sharpest thorns. But upon his troubled face was plainly written, " Of myself I can do nothing." A few faltering words he essayed, but, as if conscious of the utter uselessness of any language save that of prayer, he raised imploring hands to heaven, saying, simply, "Let us pray." Calmer, if not comforted, all arose from their knees, and, having finished their labor of love, separated, to return to the homes which had known beloved forms and faces, but would know them no more for years, per- haps forever. ALABAMA. 57 Upon reaching once more our own home, we crept, one by one, to a darkened chamber, where lay a mar- tyred mother whose son had been slain at the battle of Seven Pines. Pale as death she lay, her Bible clasped to her breast, the sad eyes closed, the white lips mur- muring always words of prayer for patient submission to God's will, the nerveless bands never losing their grasp upon the " rod and staff" which comforted her. Of this family, every man, and every boy old enough to handle a gun, had long ago joined the Confederate army. The dear boy whom our hearts now mourned had just graduated with the highest honors when the war broke out. Never a blind enthusiast, but an intelli- gent patriot, he had been among the first to lay ambi- tious hoj^es and literary aspirations upon the altar of his country. His brothers were cadets at the Virginia Military Institute, and afterwards did good service under Stonewall Jackson. Our slain hero joined the Third Alabama Eegiment, and, notwithstanding his tender age and delicate health, had already made his mark as a soldier, brave as the bravest, never succumb- ing for a moment to unaccustomed hardship. His record as a son was all that a mother's heart could desire. He had been seen by a comrade during the terrible battle, sitting up against a tree, shot through the breast and mortally wounded. The enemy swept over the ground and he was seen no more. Not even the poor comfort of knowing that his last hours were rendered comfortable or where his grave was made, was vouch- safed to this distracted mother. Two more brave boys of the household were still unheard from, but believed to be unhurt, as they were not reported " dead," "wounded," or "missing." And yet the noble women of this as well as of numberless families so situated in every State of the new Confederacy never intermitted, 58 MEMORIES. even for a day, their work for " the soldiers," — left no domestic duty unattended to, — in many instances taking the place and doing the work of the men wh'om patriot- ism had called to the field. Much as I admired and revered this " noble army of martyrs," I lacked moral courage to emulate their ex- ample. Such a life of anxiety and suspense would have driven me mad. The pitiful faces of the sick and wounded haunted me every hour. I yearned to be with them. I felt sure that I was called to this work. My health being restored, I could no longer remain idle. But where to go, how to begin, I knew not. One day there appeared in the Selma paper a letter from Surgeon W. T. McAllister, Army of Tennessee, describing the dreadful condition of hundreds of sick and wounded men, who, after the terrible battle of Shiloh and the subsequent evacuation of Corinth, had been huddled into hospital-quarters at Grainesville, Ala- bama, and inquiring for a "lady" to assist him in organiz- ing, and in caring for the sick. Here was a chance for me. I applied for the position, and, receiving a favorable answer, proceeded without delay to Gainesville, leaving my little boy at the plantation in charge of his father's relations. CHAPTER III. BUCKNER HOSPITAL, GAINESVILLE, ALABAMA. Had I yielded to the almost irresistible impulse which tempted me to fly from the painful scenes and fearful discouragements which met me at G-ainesville, Alabama, these "Memories" would have remained unwritten. I had stipulated that while I would not receive com- pensation for nursing sick Confederates, and was quite willing to live on the government rations, I must always be provided with a sleeping-room in some respectable private family, apart from the hospital. This was prom- ised ; and this arrangement continued as long as I remained at the " Buckner." Dr. McAllister, surgeon in charge, being unavoidably absent, I was met at the depot by Dr. Minor, assistant surgeon. His look of surprise, almost consternation, when I appeared gave me an uneasy sensation j but, assuming an extra amount of dignity, I calmly accom- panied him to a most comfortable-looking house, where my room had been engaged. The hostess was unmis- takably a lady. I met with a pleasant reception, and was soon seated at supper with several officers and their wives. During the meal I had an uneasy consciousness that curious glances were bent upon me from all sides. The evening, however, was spent agreeably. After I had gone to ray room, a kind old lady came to me to beg that I would reconsider my determination to accept the position of matron, but, finding me firm and some- what dignified, left me to my fate. The next morning, escorted by Dr. Minor, I went through the hospital. 59 60 MEMORIES. For the first time my heart utterly misgave me, and I felt that my courage was inadequate to the task before me. I must premise that this was not a State hospital, but under the direction of the Confederate Government, which, at that time, was full of perplexity and trouble, yet, like all new governments, exceedingly tenacious of forms. Dr. Minor told me that the time and attention of Dr. McAllister had been fully occupied in untying, one after another, knots of red tape, and that, so far, perfect organization had been impossible. I entered the wards expecting to find something of the neatness and order which in the Eichmond hospitals bad charmed every visitor. Alas! alas! were these the brave men who had made forever glorious the name of Shiloh ? Hospital supplies were scarce ; beds and bedding could not be often changed. Here were rooms crowded with uncomfortable-looking beds, on which lay men whose gangrened wounds gave forth foul odors, which, mingled with the terrible effluvia from the mouths of patients ill of scurvy, sent a shuddering sickness through my frame. In one room were three or four patients with faces discolored and swollen out of all semblance of humanity by erysipelas, — raging with fever, shouting in delirious agony. The hospital had formerly been a large hotel, and was divided into many rooms, all crowded with sick. The wounded men who were not gangrened were carefully kept apart from those who were. Some of these were frightfully disfigured in the face or head, and pre- sented a ghastly appearance. In rooms filled with fever- patients old men and mere boys lay helpless, struggling with various forms and stages of disease, hoarsely raving, babbling sweetly of home, vainly calling remembered names, or lying in the fatal stupor which precedes death. BUCKNER HOSPITAL. 61 Although many convalescents paced gloomily up and down the halls, or lounged upon the spacious galleries, I noticed few male nurses. Perhaps half a dozen women met us at the doors of different wards, jauntily dressed, airily " showing off" their patients, and discoursing of their condition and probable chances of life, in a manner utterly revolting to me. I caught many a glance of disgust bent upon them by the poor fellows who were thus treated as if they were stocks or stones. These women were, while under the eye of the surgeon, ob- sequious and eager to please, but I thought I saw the "lurking devil in their eyes," and felt sure they meant mischief. Dr. McAllister arrived that night. The next morning I was regularly installed. But I could not help feeling that there was a reservation of power and authority, a doubt of my capacity, due to my youthful appearance. Yery helpless and friendless I felt, as, escorted by the " surgeon in charge," I once more made the rounds. He left me at the door of one of the fever- wards. This I entered, and stood for a moment looking upon the scene of suffering humanity, wondering how and where to begin the work of alleviation. Suddenly a faint voice called " Milly ! Oh, Milly !" I turned to meet a pair of blue eyes regarding me with a look of pleased recogni- tion, although it was at once evident that I had been mistaken for some " loved one at home" through the delirium of fever. Humoring the fancy, I stepped to his bedside and gave my hand to the hot clasp of the poor fellow, a man of middle age, whose eyes, fever- bright, still devoured my face with a happy look. " Howd}', Milly ! I've been looking for you every day. I'm mighty glad you've come. The roar of the guns has hurt my head powerful. Get some water from the far spring and bathe my head, Milly." 6 62 MEMORIES. It SO happened that one of his own company, of some Georgia regiment, a convalescent, had by his own re- quest been detailed to nurse the sick man. He soon brought me water, and I bathed the hot head, face, and hands, until the patient fell asleep. This little incident encouraged me greatly. Passing on among the sick, I found no lack of work, but sadly missed the facilities, comforts, and luxuries which in Eichmond had been always at my command. Lest it seem strange that such a state of things should have existed, I will here ask the reader to remember that military movements of tremendous importance were then taking place. An immense army was executing, " with admirable skill and precision," a change of base. Upon this army depended the destinies of a large portion of the Confederacy. Means of transportation for the troops and their military supplies, including, as an important precautionary measure, medical stores, became an im- perative necessity. The wounded and sick had also been moved, and at least placed under shelter. Sur- geons, however, were unable to obtain either suitable diet or needed medicines. Eequisitions failed to be promptly filled, and hence the state of things I have tried to describe. Dr. McAllister was absent most of the time in the interests of the unfortunates under his charge. Mean- time, I struggled to perform my duties among the sick, and to exert authority, of which, as I soon discovered, I possessed but the semblance. Nothing was left undone by the women before referred to to thwart and annoy me. They had evidently determined I should not re- main there. I had ample evidence that they were neglectful and unscrupulous in their dealings with the patients. In one of the rooms, separated from the other patients, BUGKNER HOSPITAL. 63 I found a man who had been brought in several days before, suffering from excessive drinking. Not being able to obtain whiskey, he had managed to get hold of a bottle of turpentine emulsion' from a table in the hall, and had drank the whole. Dr. Minor and I worked for hours with this unfortunate and hoped he would recover, but other patients required looking after, and during my absence whiskey was smuggled in to him, of which he partook freely. After that, nothing could save his life. A patient suffering agonies from gastritis was also placed under my special charge. I was to feed him myself, and avoid giving water, except in the smallest quantities. I did my best, but he grew worse, and just in time I found under his pillow a canteen full of water, which had been procured for him by the woman who attended in his ward. If I called for a basin of water to wash the face and hands of neglected men, one of these women would laugh insultingly and say, "Perhaps ye'll wait till I get a nagur to bring it to you, or a silver waiter." They would insist that the surgeon had ordered them to do this or that, and stop to argue against my directions, until I was fain to save the sick further noise and clamor by leaving the ward. Not wishing to begin my work by complaining, or reporting to the surgeons these daily-recurring annoy- ances, I struggled to hold my own and to break down opposition by patient endurance. But one morning the " last straw" was added to my burden. I found my Georgia soldier apparently dying, — breathing heavily, and as cold as death alread}^ His comrade was in great distress, but ready to do all in his power, and together we went to work in earnest. I sent for brandy and a box of mustard. Pouring through the white lips spoonful after spoonful of the stimulant, rubbing hands, arms, and legs with mustard, applying plasters of the 64 MEMORIES. sarae, as well as bottles of water, to restore warmth to the body, I soon had the satisfaction of seeing a faint color tinge the cheeks and lips, — the clammy sweat super- seded by returning warmth. Working earnestly, think- ing of nothing but the human life that hung in the balance, I failed to observe the presence of the most disagreeable of the female nurses, w^ho was standing, with " arms akimbo," looking on, until, with an insult- ing leer, she remarked, "It seems to me ye're taking great liberties for an honest woman" Paralyzed with surprise and indignation, I knew not how to act. Just then the surgeon in charge of the ward, who had been summoned, appeared. After a hasty examination, "Madam," said he, "you have saved your patient." Leaving the case in his hands, I fled to my room, re- solving never to enter the hospital again. Forthwith I wrote my resignation, and demanded transportation back to Alabama. Meantime, the comrade of the sick man had reported to the surgeon the whole matter. The next morning I received a visit from Surgeons McAllister, Minor, and (whose name I am sorry to have forgotten), of the ward I had fled from. A letter had been received from Dr. Little, of Eichmond, whose name I had given as reference. The ill behavior of the nurses having come to the knowledge of the surgeon in charge, he at once acted with his usual promptness and decision. The ob- noxious women had already been discharged and fur- nished with transportation to Mobile ; the men who had aided and abetted them were ordered to their regiments. I was urged to remain, on my own terms, and offered a position of trust, responsibility, and honor, — my au- thority to be second only to that of surgeon in charge in general matters ; in the wards, to that of the ward 1 BUCKNER HOSPITAL. 65 surgeons. Under these circumstances I could not re- fuse to withdraw my resignation. The next day the work of reorganization commenced. Then and there I was invested with full power and authority, and received from Dr. McAllister assurances of entire confidence and thorough co-operation, which were accorded in the highest degree during the whole term of my service in the Buckner Hospital, and the prestige of which gave me great advantages in other fields of labor. Aside from profoundest love of " the Cause," and (as I firmly believed) the inspiration which directed my efforts to serve it, I had nothing to oflTer. "With all my soul, with all my heart, with all vaj strength," I was ready to serve ; but this would have availed little had not my right to do so been oflScially acknowledged, had I not acquired power to follow out the dictates of reason and heart for the benefit of my patients. As the organization begun at Gainesville, and the rules and regulations then adopted, were fully perfected soon after we reached the next " post," and remained in full force as long as the Buckner Hospital existed, it may be as well to briefly describe them here. Convalescents were turned over to the steward, and their meals were attended to by him and his assistants. I had only to see that their mess-room was kept in order and that their rations were cooked to the best advan- tage. For the sick I had my own kitchen, my own cooks and other servants, my own store-room, also liberty to send out foragers. Every morning I sent to each surgeon a list of such diet as I could command for the sick. With this in hand he was able to decide upon the proper food for each patient. Each bed was numbered. The head-nurse kept a small book, into which he copied each day's diet-list. He was also ex- e 6* e6 MEMORIES. pected to have ready every morning a fresh piece of paper, upon which the surgeon wrote the numbers of the beds, and opposite, F. D., H. D., L. D., Y. L. D., or S. D. (full diet, half diet, light diet, very light diet, and special diet). If special directions were needed, the sur- geon brought the list to my business-room. If not, it was left with the head-nurse, and when I made my own rounds it would be my guide in consulting the tastes of the patients themselves as to the kind of food they preferred and its preparation. Of all this I made notes. I made it a point to feed the very ill patients myself. Others were served from a distributing-room, where at regular meal-times I always presided, sitting at the end of a long table, having a pile of tin numbers before me corresponding to the numbers on the beds in the wards. There was an under-steward whose business it was to supply the plates; also two helpers. The head-nurse from Ward No. 1 having come down with his subordin- ates would call out, " No. 1, full diet," or as the case might be. As the plate was filled, I banded out the corresponding number, which was put upon the plate. The plates having been placed upon large wooden trays, were carried off to the ward. Then came No. 2, and so on, all the special patients having been attended to previously. Everything relating to the bedding, clothing, and the personal belongings of the sick and wounded I found in a fearful state. In one room down-stairs perhaps two or three hundred knapsacks, haversacks, canteens, etc., were thrown upon the floor in large piles. No one knew to whom they belonged, no one seemed to care, and it appeared to me impossible to bring any degree of order out of the chaotic mass of wet, half-dry, rough- dry, in some cases mildewed clothing lying everywhere about. Prompt measures were taken with the washer- BUCKNER HOSPITAL. 67 woman, which resulted, in a day or two, in a procession of darkies, each bearing a pile of clothing embracing almost every article of men's apparel. A " linen mas- ter" having been detailed, a "linen-room" set apart and shelved, the articles were placed upon large tables to be sorted and piled upon the shelves, ready for reclama- tion by the convalescents and others who were not too ill to identify their own. Some of these clothes were torn and buttonless. My detailed men could not sew. The demands of the sick and the duties of general supervision left me no time. Taught by my experience of the devoted women of Virginia and Alabama, I re- solved to visit some of the ladies of G-ainesville, and to solicit their aid. The response was hearty and immedi- ate. Next day the linen-room was peopled by bright, energetic ladies, at whose hands the convalescents received their renovated garments with words of warm sympathy and encouragement that cheered their hearts. The lack of clean bedding being made known, these generous, patriotic women sent in soft, clean old sheets, pillow-slips, etc., also a few old shirts, — some of them even bearing with me the horrors of the scurvy and gan- grene wards to assist in making the sufferers more com- fortable. Details for all purposes were made as soon as I asked for them, and as " many hands make light work," order and system began to pervade all departments. A baggage-master, with several temporary assistants, found work for several days in disposing of the knapsacks, haversacks, blankets, etc. As fast as they were claimed, they were ticketed with the number of the ward and bed of the claimant, and piled away to await his return to his regiment. Those unreclaimed and known to have belonged to the dead were labelled as far as possible with the name and date of death, company, and regi- 68 MEMORIES. ment, and stored until friends should come or write for them. The work of organization was not nearly complete, when Dr. McAllister received orders to report with his hospital staff at Einggold, Georgia. The sick were to be removed elsewhere, — at any rate were not to accompany us. Hospital stores would be supplied at Einggold. The doctor and his attendants awaited transportation, which seemed difficult to obtain. Many bodies of soldiers crowded every train, — passenger, freight, and even cattle cars. Dr. McAllister decided to send his wife and myself by private conveyance to Marion, Alabama, to remain there until we should receive final directions. Two servants belonging to Mrs. McAllister accompanied us. Our kind hostess had put up a basket of provisions. I took a sad leave of the patients who had become so dear to me, and one bright morning we drove rapidly out of Gainesville on our way to Marion. The ride was a perfect delight, over excellent roads, or through aisles of the forest, where the healthful odor of the pines perfumed the air, and myriads of birds made sweetest music. Stopping beside some sparkling spring to lunch and dine, chatting gayly all day, growing thoughtful and silent, as, borne upon the breeze of even- ing, there came to us the whispering voices of memory, renewing the sorrow of parting, awakening afresh anxious fears for the absent. We slept at any house along the road where night overtook us, always expecting and finding a welcome. In these homes, as everywhere else over the South, sorrow and care had taken up their abode. Haggard, weary-looking women, from whose hearts and homes joy had departed with the dear ones who had gone forth to battle, plied us with eager questions. We related to BVCKNER HOSPITAL. 69 them all we knew of military movements. But it was very little, and we could give them no tidings of their own. The third day brought us to Marion, where, at the pleasant home of Mrs. McAllister, we awaited further orders. I have very pleasant recollections of Marion, and of the elegant homes where I was so delightfully enter- tained. But already love for my chosen work had reached (so people told me) the height of infatuation. Between me and every offered pleasure appeared the pale, reproachful faces of the suffering soldiers. My place was beside them, and I longed for the summons. A letter from Dr. McAllister to his wife announced the establishment of a hospital post in Einggold, G-eorgia, but counselled our waiting until "things could be straight- ened out." I could not wait, so left the same evening, arriving in time to organize my own department, which, as the assistants had not been changed, and fell easily into their places, was not so difficult as at Gainesville. Besides, we received a fair supply of hospital stores, and were enabled to make patients very comfortable. CHAPTEE lY. RINGGOLD. The hospitals established at Einggold, Georgia, early in the fall of 1862, received the wounded and the not less serious cases of typhoid fever, typhoid pneumonia, dysentery, and scurvy resulting from almost unparal- leled fatigue, exposure, and every kind of hardship in- cident to Bragg's retreat from Kentucky. These sick men were no shirkers, but soldiers brave and true, who, knowing their duty, had performed it faithfully, until little remained to them but the patriot hearts beating almost too feebly to keep soul and body together. The court-house, one church, warehouses, stores, and hotels were converted into hospitals. Eow after row of beds filled every ward. Upon them lay wrecks of humanity, pale as the dead, with sunken eyes, hollow cheeks and temples, long, claw-like hands. Oh, those poor, weak, nerveless hands used to seem to me more pitiful than all ; and when I remembered all they had achieved and how they had lost their firm, sinewy proportions, their strong grasp, my heart swelled with pity and with pas- sionate devotion. Often I felt as if I could have held these cold hands to my heart for warmth, and given of my own warm blood to fill those flaccid veins. Every train brought in squads of just such poor fel- lows as I have tried to describe. How well I remember them toiling painfully from the depot to report at the surgeon's office, then, after being relieved of their accoutrements, tottering with trembling limbs to the beds from which, perhaps, they would never more arise. This hospital-post, as nearly as I remember, com- 70 RINGGOLD. 71 prised only two hospitals, the Bragg and the Buckner. Of the Bragg, Dr. S. M. Bemis was surgeon in charge ; assistant surgeons, Grore, of Kentucky; Hewes, of Louisville, Kentucky ; Welford, of Virginia ; Eedwood, of Mobile, Alabama, and some others whose names I cannot now recall. Dr. "W. T. McAllister was surgeon in charge of the Buckner. Of the assistant surgeons I can only remember Dr. W. S. Lee, then of Florida, now a successful practitioner and an honored citizen of Dallas, Texas; Dr. K. D. Jackson, of Selma, Alabama, who since the war has lived a well-beloved physician and druggist in Summerfield, Alabama ; Dr. Eeese, also of Alabama, and Dr. Yates, of Texas, now dead. For a few months Dr. Francis Thornton, of Kentucky, was surgeon of the post. He was a fiery, impetuous, manly man, a rigid disciplinarian, but always compelled to fight against the dictates of his large, warm heart when duty compelled him to execute severe justice. Mrs. Thornton was one of the most lovable women I ever knew; impulsive and earnest in her friendship, of a sunny, cheerful temperament seldom clouded. Her pride in her husband and her happiness in being with him was pleasant to see. While she remained in King- gold we were warm friends. To her thoughtful kind- ness I owed many an indulgence in dainties not supplied by the Confederate Government. My room was in the same house where the surgeons and their wives were boarding. Often returning late from the hospital, weary and dispirited, her sweet voice would *' halV^ me at the foot of the stairs, a kindly arm impelling me to her cheerful room, where a cup of tea and a nice little sup- per was in readiness, made far more enjoyable by her loving service and pleasant talk so full of cheer. The other ladies were just as kind-hearted, but none had the sweet, winning grace that characterized Mrs. Thornton, 72 MEMORIES. except, perhaps, Mrs. Lee, wife of the surgeon above mentioned. She was also one of the dearest and kind- est of friends. My enthusiasm in regard to Mrs. Lee was almost like that of a lover. She was a beautiful woman, tall, majestic, graceful, towards the world at large dignified and, perhaps, a little reticent ; to those whom she honored with her love or friendship, irresist- ibly fascinating. Her eyes were — not magnificent, but just " the sweetest ever seen," and combined with a per- fect mouth to make her smile a caress. In addition, rare intelligence and fine conversational powers rendered her a delightful companion. Dr. Lee waS by birth a South Carolinian, a polished gentleman, and, though in general self-contained and of quiet manners, proved a warm friend and a most pleasant host. Mrs. Lee used to search for me through the wards, and, having found me, would flourish a "prescription," made out in due form, for " an hour of leisure, to be repeated twice every week before retiring." These hours spent at the pleas- ant quarters of Dr. and Mrs. Lee were, indeed, " a feast of reason and a flow of soul," often diversified by funny experiments in disguising the remains of the day's ra- tions by cooking recipes familiar in ante-bellum days, but which generally failed because substitutes would never produce the same results as the real ingredients. Dr. Lee was some months afterwards transferred to Cherokee Springs as surgeon in charge of one of the convalescent hospitals, of which Mrs. Lee volunteered to act as matron. We parted with real regret, but truly her patients gained by our loss. For she was most com- petent, faithful, and well-beloved by those to whom she ministered. The autumn passed quickly, some pretty severe days giving us a foretaste of the rigor of a winter in North Georgia. By November 1 it was not only bitterly cold, RINGGOLD. 73 but snow covered the ground to the depth of six inches, and the roads were furrowed and frozen. Terrible accounts reached us from Bragg's army, who were with- out shoes, blankets, or clothes, and suffering fearfully. OflScers and men were alike destitute. General Patton Anderson determined to make an effort to supply his division, and for this purpose selected Lieutenant J. A. Chalaron, Fifth Company, Washington Artillery, as one in every way qualified to carry out such an undertaking, who was therefore ordered to Savannah and other places to secure the needed supplies. He cheerfully accepted the charge, although it involved deprivation of the rest so greatly needed, and the con- tinuance of hardship already extended almost beyond human endurance. But the young officer was every inch a soldier, and one of a company which had already won a name for itself not less for invincible courage than for soldierly bearing and devotion to duty. That so young a soldier was selected to conduct such an undertaking proved how surely he had deserved and won the confidence of his superior ofiicers. In those days railroad travelling was far from pleasant. The train upon which Lieutenant Chalaron embarked at Knoxville was a motley afi^air, — perhaps a single passenger-car, rough and dilapidated (crowded with those who, though ill, made shift to sit up or recline upon the seats), box-cars and cattle-cars filled with suffering men helplessly sick. In order that these might not be crowded, Lieutenant Chalaron, with one or two others, rode on the top of a box-car for twelve hours, from Knoxville to Chattanooga, exposed to the inclement weather which he was ill pre- pared to meet, having shared the inexpressible hardships of the Kentucky campaign, including destitution of suit- able clothing. I take pleasure in recording this noble act, because Lieutenant Chalaron was from New Orleans D 7 74 MEMORIES. (also my own beloved home). The impulse of self- sacrifice, and of chivalrous devotion towards the helpless and suffering, sprung from a heart pulsating with the knightly blood of the Creole of Louisiana. Ah, that impetuous blood which stirred at the first call to arms, which was poured out in continual libations to South- ern liberty, from the time it gushed from the breast of the first martyr of the war (our Charlie Dreux), until almost in the "last ditch," piled high with masses of Confederate dead, lay the gory body of Oscar Dreux, the very topmost man, proving how invincible was the courage that quailed not at the sight of that ghastly altar of sacrifice ! The large brick court-house in the centre of the town of Ringgold was especially devoted to my use. The court-room occupying the entire upper floor was fitted up for fifty patients. This was facetiously called " the nursery," and its occupants " Mrs. Beers's babies." In this ward were placed, as far as its capacity permitted, patients who needed to be visited very often, and for whose proper nourishment and the prompt administra- tion of medicine I was responsible. For instance, if one of the fever-patients was taking veratrum, I must see it dropped and given, and note the pulse. If one was just struggling through dysentery, I must attend to his nourishment, and generally fed him myself. Down-stairs was one large room, and three of good size, but smaller. The large one was also a ward. My business-room opposite was also the linen-room of the hospital. Shelves ran from floor to ceiling, a coun- ter in front of them. In one corner stood my desk, and beside it a large country rocking-chair ; in another a rough lounge for the convenience of visiting patients. In front of the immense fireplace (where there was always a cheerful fire) stood a table and chairs for the RINGGOLD. 75 surgeons, who came in after each round through the wards, to leave special directions and diet-lists. Through the day this room was a cheerful place. I seldom en- tered it without finding one or more visitors, especially in the morning, when the surgeons always met there, and their wives generally joined them. On the other side of the hall was the distributing-room in one corner, in the other a store-room, where, also, under my own lock and key, I kept the effects of dead soldiers, labelled and ready for identification by their friends. I was assisted in this work, in keeping the linen-room in order, and in various other ways, by a young G-erman who had been detailed for that purpose. He was a well-educated young man and a fine musician, — in fact, had been a professor of music before the war, had en- tered the service intelligently, desiring to remain in active service, but some disability caused his detail. His position was no sinecure : he was expected to keep a full account of all stores in my department, all bed- ding, hospital clothing, all clothing of the patients, and a great many other things, having full charge of the laundry and the laundresses, with whom he was always in " hot water." For this reason he was dubbed by the surgeons General Blandner, and his employees were called Blandnefs Brigade. He was methodical in all things. His books were exquisitely kept. I had been a good musician, and now used often to sing to Blandner's lute, which he played in a masterly manner. His im- provisations were a great delight to me, and, finding me so appreciative, he composed a lovely set of waltzes, " The Hospital Waltzes'' which were dedicated to me, but never published, only exquisitely written out on pieces of wall-paper by the composer. After the war, Mr. Blandner obtained through Dr. McAllister the position of professor of music at the female college at Marion, 76 MEMORIES. Alabama, but removed later to Philadelphia, where he now resides, still as a professor and teacher of music. The cold increased, and the number of patients grew larger. Snow and ice rendered it difficult for me to get to the wards, as they lay quite far apart. The board- ing-house at first occupied by the surgeons' families was now vacated and fitted up for officers' wards, a room being found for me in a log house, owned by an old lady, Mrs. Evans, whose sons, except the youngest, a mere lad, were in the Confederate army. It was nearly a quarter of a mile from the court- house. The road thither, lying through a piece of piney woods, was almost always blocked by drifted snow or what the Georgians called "slush" (a mixture of mud and snow). I must confess that the freezing mornings chilled my patriotism a little, but just because it was so cold the sick needed closer attention. One comfort never failed me : it was the watchful devotion of a soldier whom I had nursed in Gainesville, Alabama, and who, by his own request, was now permanently attached to my sj^ecial corps of " helpers." No matter how cold the morning or how stormy, I never opened my door but there was " Old Peter" waiting to attend me. When the blinding storms of winter made the roads almost impassable by night, Peter would await my departure from the hospital with his lantern, and generally on very stormy nights with an old horse which he bor- rowed for the occasion, savagely cutting short my re- monstrances with a cross " Faith, is it now or in the mornin' ye'll be lavin' ?" He would limp beside me quite to the door of my room, and with a rough " Be aisy, now," in reply to my thanks, would scramble upon the horse and ride back. " I know not is he far or near, or that he lives, or is he dead," only thiSj that my dreams of the past are often RINGGOLD. 77 haunted by the presence of this brave soldier and hum- ble, loyal friend. I seem to see again the lined and rugged face (" harsh," others thought, wearing always for me a smile which reminded me of the sunlight brightening an old gray ruin,) and the toil-hardened hands which yet served me so tenderly. I seem to hear once more the rich Irish brogue which gave charac- ter and emphasis to all he said, a naughty character and a most unpleasant emphasis sometimes, I must admit, fully appreciated by any who chanced to displease him, but to me always as sweet and pleasant as the zephyrs blowing from " the groves of Blarney." Peter was an Alabama soldier. On the first day of my installation as matron of Buckner Hospital, located then at G-aines- ville, Alabama, after the battle of Shiloh, I found him lying in one of the wards badly wounded, and suffer- ing, as were many others, from scurvy. He had been morose and fierce to all who approached him. At first I fared no better. " Sure, what wad a lady be wantin' in a place like this?" said be, crossly. " Why, comrade," I replied, " I thought you would like to have a lady to nurse you ?" " Divil a wan," growled he, and, drawing the coverlid over his face, refused to speak again. I felt disheartened for the moment, but after a consulta- tion with Dr. McAllister, surgeon in charge, — than whom a better disciplinarian or a kinder-hearted man never lived, — it was decided that Peter should be in- duced or compelled to receive my ministrations. For several days, however, he remained sullen and most un- willing to be nursed, but this mood softened, and long before he was well enough to leave the ward the warm Irish heart had melted, and I had secured a friend whose unalterable devotion attended me through all the vicissi- tudes of the war. Being permanently disabled, by reason of his wound, 7* 78 MEMORIES. from service in the field, Peter was detailed for hospital service, and by his own request attached to my special corps of assistants. He could and did in a hundred ways help me and contribute to my comfort. No matter how many times I met him during the day, he never passed without giving me a military salute. If I was detained by the bedside of one very ill or dying, hoping to save life, or at least to receive and treasure " for the loved ones at home" some word or message, I was sure to hear Peter's limping step and bis loud whisper, " Sure it's dying he is ; can't ye lave him in the hands av God, an' go to your bed ?" He constituted himself, in many cases, my mentor, and deeply resented any seeming disrespect towards me. I recall a case in point which highly amused the whole " post." While located at Einggold, Georgia, it was con- sidered desirable to remove some of the convalescents to a camp hospital at Cherokee Springs, some three miles out of town. It became my duty to see these patients QYQvj evening, and I rode out on horseback attended by Peter. Eiding into camp one evening, I dismounted near a tent in front of which a group of officers were standing, in conversation with Dr. , of Kentucky. We exchanged a few words of greeting as I passed on to attend to my patients. Eeturning, to mount my horse, I noticed that Peter rather rudely pushed before Lieu- tenant , who came forward to assist me. I also noticed that his face wore the old sullen look, and that his manner was decidedly unpleasant. Before we had gone far, he broke out with, " 'Dade, ma'am, ye'U go there no more, if ye plaze." Amazed, I questioned why ? " Sure, thim fellers was makin' game av jq an' caUin' ye out av yer name." " Why, Peter," cried I, " you are crazy : who called me names, and what did they call me ?" " Thim offshurs, ma'am. Sure, I couldn't make out their RINGGOLD. 79 furrin worruds, but I belave 'tis a sinner they called ye. Faith, an' if ye're a sinner, where wad the saints be ?" Of course, woman-like, I became furious, and, on our arrival at headquarters, indignantly reported the " off- shurs" to the surgeon in charge, who promised to in- vestigate. The sequel is most amusing. It turned out that Peter had overheard a conversation between the officers above mentioned and Dr. . They having made some kindly remark as to my hospital service. Dr. as kindly replied, " Yes, she is a sine qua non." My amusement was mingled with chagrin at my hasty anger, but Peter remained unconvinced and never for- gave the offenders. Upon another occasion I was com- pelled to interfere to protect an innocent victim of Peter's wrath. One of my " boys" about returning to his com- mand came to take leave of me and to offer a little keep- sake. This was, or appeared to be, a crochet-needle prettily carved and having one end fringed out. I took it with thanks, saying, " I hope I may use this needle to crochet a pair of mittens for you." Cried the donor, "That ain't no crochet-needle." "No? Well, what is it?" "It is a dipping-stick; don't you chaw snuff?" Upon my indignant denial, the crestfallen man exclaimed, " Well, Lor', lady, I made sure you did, you're so yaller complected" (I had shortly before recovered from an attack of jaundice). Now, it chanced that Peter, knowing my fondness for a pine-knot fire, had collected a* quantity of knots, which he just then brought in, and, hearing the uncomplimentary remark of my soldier- friend, turned upon him with the utmost fury, and such a tirade of abuse as followed baffles alike my power to recall the words or to describe the rage which prompted them. I was compelled to interfere and order Peter out of the room. 80 MEMORIES. " When, in the course of human events," those who for four years had shared the fortunes of war separated to seek their several homes, I lost sight of my devoted friend. He was ^^Old Peter" then, and, in all probability, no longer lives, save in my memory. If he be dead, "peace to his ashes." If living, may God bless and sustain him in the days that are " full of trouble." * H« * * * * * In the midst of this terrible winter, on one of the most bitter days, there came about noon an order from " the front" to prepare for two hundred sick, who would be down late the same night. There was not a bed to spare in either of the hospitals. Negotiations were at once opened for the only church in Ringgold not al- ready occupied by the sick. The people declined to give it up. But, " necessity knows no law ;" it was seized by Dr. Thornton, the pews being taken out and piled up in the yard. Fires were then kindled in both stoves to thoroughly warm the church. There was, however, not a single bunk, — no time to make any ; all the empty ticks when filled with straw and placed upon the floor fell far short of the number required. For the rest straw was littered down as if for horses, and when the pillows gave out, head-rests were made by tearing off the backs of the pews and nailing them slantwise from the base-board to the floor, so that knapsacks, coats, etc., could be used for pillows. The order had reached Einggold about noon ; it was ten at night before the rough preparations were com- pleted. Meantime, such nourishment as hot soup, coff'ee, and tea, milk, egg-nog, and milk-punch (prepared with home-made peach or apple brandy), were kept in readi- ness. Near midnight I stood in the church awaiting the arrival of the train. Candles were scarce, but light- RINGGOLD. 81 wood-fires outside gave sufficient light. The candles were not to be used until needed by the surgeons, who were now at the depot waiting to receive the sick. At last the train arrived, — departed; shortly thereafter there poured through the doors of that little church a train of human misery such as I never saw before or afterward during the war, and pray God I may never see again. Until that night the tale of the retreat from Moscow had seemed to me overdrawn ; ever since I can well believe " the half has not been told." They came, each revealing some form of acute disease, some totter- ing, but still on their feet, others borne on stretchers. Exhausted by forced marches over interminable miles of frozen ground or jagged rocks, destitute of rations, dis- couraged by failure, these poor fellows had cast away one burden after another until they had not clothes sufficient to shield them from the chilling blasts of winter. Not one in twenty had saved even a haversack, many having discarded coats and jackets. One man bad gained possession of an india-rubber overcoat, which, excepting his underclothing, was his only gar- ment. Barefooted, — their feet were swollen frightfully, and seamed with fissures so large that one might lay a finger in them. These were dreadfully inflamed, and bled at the slightest touch ; others were suppurating. The feet of some presented a shining, inflamed surface which seemed ready to burst at any moment. Their hands were just as bad, covered with chilblains and sores. Many were tortured with wounds which had at first seemed slight, but by neglect and exposure had become sources of exquisite torture. The gleaming eyes, matted hair and beard hanging about their cadaverous faces, gave to these men a wild, ghastly look utterly indescribable. As they came in, many sunk ex- hausted upon the pallets, some falling at once into a / 82 MEMORIES. deep sleep, from which it was impossible to arouse them, others able only to assume a sitting posture on account of the racking, rattling cough which, when reclining, threatened to suffocate them. Few would stop to be undressed : food and rest were all they craved. Those who crowded to the stoves soon began to suffer from their frozen feet and hands, and even ran out into the snow to ease their pain. The surgeons worked faith- full}^, and the whole force was in requisition. But, alas ! alas! death also was busy among these unfortunates. The very first man I essayed to feed died in my arms, two others during the night. The poor wounded feet I tried to handle so tenderly bled at every touch. The warmth of the room, while it sent some into a sound sleep which seemed death's counterpart, caused terrible agony to others, who groaned and screamed. It seemed to me just as if these men, having previously kept up with heroic fortitude under trials almost too great for human endurance, had, as soon as the terrible tension was loosened, utterly succumbed, forgetting all but the horrible pain that racked them. Fever running riot in the veins of some found ex- pression in delirious shouts and cries, which added to the horror. My courage almost failed me. About half-past two. Dr. Thornton, yielding to my earnest entreaties, went home and brought Mrs. Thornton to share my vigil, although, as a general thing, he was opposed to her going into the hospital wards. Together we labored through that long night. Soon after daylight next morning, passing into the church porch, we stood for a few mo- ments silently, hand in hand, for, although both hearts were too full for speech, our labor of love had drawn us very near together. Everywhere the snow lay white and glittering. In the church-yard, upon some of the pews arranged for RINGGOLD. • 83 the purpose, had been placed the lifeless bodies of the three men who had died during the night. There they lay, stark and stiff. Upon these cold, dead faces no mourners' tears would fall; no friends would bear with reverend tread these honored forms to their last resting- place. Eough pine boxes would soon cover the faces once the light of some far-away home, careless hands would place them in their shallow graves, without a prayer, without a tear. Only the loving hand of nature to plant flowers above them. For months after entering the service I insisted upon attending every dead soldier to the grave and reading over him a part of the burial-service. But it had now become impossible. The dead were past help ; the living always needed succor. But no soldier ever died in my presence without a whispered prayer to comfort his parting soul. Ah me ! The " prayers for the sick, and those near unto death," are to this day more familiar to me than any other portion of the Prayer-Book, and at no time can I hear unmoved the sacred old hymns so often sung beside dying beds. Passing to my office along the path traversed last night by the incoming soldiers, I found the snow along the whole distance stained by their bare, bleeding feet, and the sight made my heart ache sorely. I think I never in all my life felt so keen a sense of utter dependence upon a higher Power, or understood so thoroughly how " vain is the help of man," than when, in the seclusion of my own room, the events of the night passed in review before me. With a heart aching with supreme pity, ready to make any sacrifice for the noble martyrs who, for my sake as well as for that of all Southern women, had passed unshrinking through inexpressible suffering, never faltering until laid low by the hand of disease, — I could yet do nothing. I could not save them one moment of 84 MEMORIES. agony, I could not stay the fleeting breath, nor might I intermit the unceasing care imperatively demanded by those whom timely ministrations might save, to give due honor to the dead. Only an hour or two of rest (broken like the sleep of those of a household who retire from the side of beloved sufferers, leaving them to the care of others while they snatch a few moments of the repose which is needed to prepare them for fresh exertions) and I was once more on my way to the wards. At the gate of the boarding- house stood one of the nurses. Again, as often before, I was summoned to a bed of death. A soldier who had come in only two days before almost in the last stages of pneumonia was now dying. I had left him at eight o'clock the night before very ill, but sleeping under the influence of an opiate. His agony was now too terrible for any alleviation ; but he had sent for me ; so I stood beside him, answering by every possible expression of sympathy his imploring glances and the frantic clasp of his burning hand. Finding that my presence was a comfort, I sent for Dr. McAllister, and, requesting him to assign my duties to some one else for a while, remained at my post, yielding to the restraining grasp which to the very last arrested every movement away from the side of the sufferer. A companion of the sick man lay near. From him I learned the excellent record of this 3^oung soldier, who, during the frightful " retreat," had contracted the cold which culminated in pneumonia, but would not consent to leave his regiment until too late. I had feared an awful struggle at the last, but the death angel was pitiful, bringing surcease of suffering ; and so, peacefully sped the soul of John Grant, of the Mississippi Eegiment, happily unconscious of the end, and murmuring with his last breath, of home and mother. RINGGOLD. 85 I remember with great distinctness his face, — suffering while he yet struggled with death, — happy and tran- quil, when he stood upon the threshold of life eternal. Almost the very saddest and most trying portion of my Confederate service was just here. Only that my record must be faithful, I would fain bid memory pass with flying feet and veiled eyes over the scenes of that terrible winter at Einggold, when my very soul was steeped in pity so painful that every night I was fain to cry out, "It is too hard! I cannot bear it!" and every morning my heart, yearning over " my boys," gave itself with renewed ardor to " the Cause" and its defenders. Eeturning to my patients in the church about noon, I found a change for the better in many cases ] in others it was but too evident that days, even hours, were numbered. Two soldiers in particular attracted my at- tention. One was an Irishman, of an Alabama regiment, the other from Arkansas. The Irishman was fast pass- ing away, and earnestly desired to see a priest. There was none nearer than twelve miles. One of our foragers, himself a Eoman Catholic, volunteered to go for him and by permission of Dr. McAllister rode off through the snow, returning after nightfall to report that Father had been called in another direction, and would not return home until the next day. Finding the poor fel- low, though almost too far gone to articulate, constantly murmuring words of prayer, I took his prayer-book and read aloud the " Eecommendation of a soul depart- ing," also some of the preceding prayers of the " Litany for the dying." He faintly responded, and seemed to die comforted and satisfied. Afterwards I never hesitated to use the same service in like cases. The Arkansian was a devoted soldier and a pronounced " rebel." He had preserved through all vicissitudes a small Confederate flag, made for him by his little daughter ^e MEMORIES. " Annie," now alas torn and shattered. When he came into the church on that terrible night, although almost destitute of clothing, he bore the flag safely pinned inside of his ragged flannel shirt. A few days afterwards I found the poor, emaciated frame propped up in bed, with a crumpled sheet of paper spread upon a piece of pine board before him, while, with unaccustomed hand and unaccustomed brain, he toiled over some verses of poetry addressed to " Annie." After a week or two, when he lay dying, I received from his hand the flag and the verses pinned together, and addressed to "Miss Annie ," in some part of Arkansas; but as I hoped to retain, and finally to deliver safely, the articles so ad- dressed, I did not tax my memory with it, and when afterwards, in Macon, all my belongings were taken by the raiders, I had nothing left to recall the name, and only remember one of the verses, which ran thus : " Your father fought under this flag, This bonny flag so true, And many a time, amidst the fray, The bullets whistled through So, Annie, keep thejlag." The verses were headed, " Annie, Keep the Flag," and each one ended with the same words. The sad days of winter passed slowly away; with the spring came changes. Dr. Thornton was ordered to an- other post (I had forgotten just where), and of course Mrs. Thornton accompanied him. Everybody connected with the post regretted their departure, especially the loss of Mrs. Thornton, who was a general favorite. We had not ceased to miss her when tidings came of Dr. Thornton's death, and of the wild grief of the stricken wife, which resisted all control. A messenger had been despatched to call me to her side. I found her clinging to the body of her murdered husband, stained with his RINGGOLD. 87 blood, yet resisting all attempts to remove her. Dr. Thornton having severely punished a case of insubor- dination, the culprit swore vengeance, and had fulfilled his oath in a most complete though cowardly manner. Just after dark, as the doctor was sitting at supper with his wife, a voice at the gate called his name. He an- swered the summons at once, followed closely by Mrs. Thornton, who, standing upon the doorsteps, saw and heard the murderous blow which laid him dead at her feet, stabbed to the heart. For many hours horror and grief dethroned the reason of the wife. After I had persuaded her to go to her room, she continually in- sisted upon washing her hands, which she shudderingly declared were red with his blood. Subsequently she struggled successfully for composure, pitifiill}^ saying, "He liked me to be brave ; I will try,'' and with remark- able fortitude she bore up through the trying ordeal which followed. In my ministration to Mrs. Thornton I was assisted by a lady whose name is well known and well beloved by the soldiers of the Army of Tennessee, — Mrs. Frank Newsome. Of remarkable beauty, sweet and gentle manners, deeply religious, and carrying the true spirit of religion into her work, hers was indeed an angelic ministry. We had never met before, but in the days of my early girlhood I had known her husband, Frank JiTewsome, of Arkansas, who, with Eandal Gibson, of Louisiana, Tom Brahan, of Alabama, and my own hus- band (then my lover), studied together under a tutor in preparation for the junior class of Yale College ; they were room-mates at a house in the same village where my mother resided, and I had known them very well. Dr. Newsome had died some time before, but his having once been my friend proved a bond of sympathy be- tween his widow and myself Although our pleasant intercourse was never again renewed, I continued 88 ' MEMORIES. through the years of the war to hear accounts of Mrs. Newsome's devotion to the Confederate soldiers. Duty requiring my presence at the- hospital, I was compelled to leave Mrs. Thornton, who soon after returned to Kentucky. I never met her again, but remember her with unchanged affection. Dr. Gamble, of Tallahassee, Florida, succeeded Dr. Thornton as surgeon of the post at Einggold. He was one of the most thorough gentlemen I ever knew, as courteous to the humblest soldier as to General Bragg, who was then and during the summer a frequent visitor. His wife lay for some months very ill at some point near Einggold. Mrs. Gamble, who, with her lovely children, was domiciled at Cherokee Springs, three miles distant, was also a delightful addition to our little circle. She was thoroughly accomplished, of charming manners, although perfectly frank and outspoken. Her musical talent was exceptional, and her lovely voice, coined into Confederate money, was freely given in aid of all chari- table objects. She was a frequent visitor at my office, walking into town in the evening to ride out with her husband. During the summer, Mrs. Bragg passed many days of convalescence at the lovely cottage-home of Dr. and Mrs. Gamble, at Cherokee Springs, but she was quite too feeble to come into town very often. Re- ligious services were frequently held in the beautiful grove at the Springs ; these I attended as often as I could be spared, Mrs. Gamble always sending for me and sending me back in the ambulance. Later a con- valescent camp was established there, and then I rode out on horseback every evening to look after my " boys," until the transfer of Dr. Lee as surgeon in charge and Mrs. Lee as matron rendered my services no longer necessary. Yery pleasant memories cluster about the room in the court-house at Einggold assigned to my RINGGOLD. 89 special use. I often seem to hear once more the sweet music of " General Blandner's lute," sometimes accom- panied by the clear soprano of Mrs. Gamble, sometimes by our blended voices. I remember as distinctly as if it were only yesterday the kindly faces and cheerful voices that smiled upon and greeted me as I ran in from the wards to take a few moments' rest. I had collected and kept on the shelves in my ofSice a great many books for the use of convalescents, who were my most constant visitors. The mantelpiece was decorated with articles of curious workmanship and miracles of beautiful carving (the gifts of my patients), variously in- scribed. There were cups and saucers, with vines run- ning over and around them, boxes which simulated books, paper-cutters, also rings made of gutta-percha buttons, with silver hearts let in like mosaic. I was as proud of them as a queen of her crown-jewels, and always kept them on exhibition with the precious notes of presentation attached. Had I retained possession of these treasures, I would have proudly bequeathed them to my children; but, alas! these, like everything else, fell into the hands of raiders. Many officers of distinc- tion visited my little sanctum, — not only surgeons from other posts, but men of military distinction, clergymen, and others. General Bragg came frequently for a time, also Bishop Beckwith, and many others whose faces come to me while their names elude the grasp of memory. I welcomed them all alike, for I have never felt a prouder heart-throb in the presence of an officer, no matter how exalted his rank, than while viewing the shadowy forms of my convalescents or answering their earnest greetings as they passed in and out of my office, or rested awhile in my one easy-chair, or, still better, came with buoyant step and bright eyes to bid me farewell when ready to report for duty, never fail- 8* 90 MEMORIES. ing to leave with me the " God bless you !" so precious to my soul. Some of the poor fellows who were wounded at the battle of Murfreesboro' now began to suffer from gan- grene. Tents were pitched outside the hospital for such cases, and it was often my fate to stand beside these sufferers while the surgeon removed unhealthy granulation with instruments or eating acids, or in other ways tortured the poor fellows to save life. The establishment of an officers' ward added to my cares. As in most cases they were waited upon by their own servants, I could do a great deal by proxy. If any were very ill, however, as often was the case, I attended them myself. Among those w^hom I nursed in Kinggold was Captain E. John Ellis, of Louisiana. If I am not mistaken, he had been slightly wounded at the battle of Murfreesboro'. At any rate, he was for a time very ill of pneumonia, and received all his nourishment from my hand. Often since the war, as I have seen him standing with majestic mien and face aglow with grand and lofty thoughts, or have listened spellbound to the thrilling utterances of "the silver-tongued orator," memory, bidding me follow, has led me back to a lowly room where, bending over a couch of pain, I saw the same lips, fevered and wan, open feebly to receive a few spoonfuls of nourishment. " Aye ! and that tongue of his which now bids nation mark him and write his speeches in their books" cried faintly, " Give me some drink." Captain Ellis recovered rapidly, but insisted on re- joining his command while yet pale and weak. The incident I shall here relate is intended to illus- trate and emphasize the thoroughly gentlemanly quali- ties of our Southern soldiers, their unvarying respect and courtesy toward women, and their entire apprecia- RINGGOLD. 91 tion and perfect understanding of my own position among them. I presume all will comprehend my meaning when I assure them that the occasion referi^ed to was the only one during four years of service when even an unpleas- antness occurred. In the same ward with Captain Ellis were three officers, — one, Colonel , of Alabama (very ill), another just able to sit up, and one, Lieutenant Cox, of Mississippi, only suffering from a bad cold which had threatened pneumonia. My constant habit was to carry into the wards a little basket containing pieces of fresh linen, sponges, and a bottle of Confederate bay-water (vinegar). Invariably I bathed the faces and hands of the fever-patients with vinegar and water, but as soon as they were well enough to dispense with it gave it up. One day, upon entering the ward above mentioned, I found Captain Ellis up and standing before the fire, his back towards it. It struck me at once that he looked worried, and at the same time appeared to be strug- gling between vexation and a desire to laugh. Lieuten- ant Cox was covered up in bed, rolling and holding his head, seemingly in dreadful agony. Approaching, I asked a question or two regarding his sudden seizure, but he only cried, " Oh, my head ! my head !" at the same time shaking as if with a violent chill. Turning down the sheet, I placed my hand upon his head, which was quite cool. As soon as I caught a glimpse of his face, I saw that he was laughing, and, glancing at the others, realized that all were full of some joke. Drawing my- self up haughtily, I said, " I see I have made a mistake; I came here to nurse gentlemen ; I shall not again lend myself to your amusement," and out I swept, nor ever while in Einggold entered the officers' quarters again, except to nurse very sick or dying men. It seems that Lieutenant Cox had received a box from home con- taining, among other dainties, a bottle of home-made 92 MEMORIES. wine. One day be said to the other occupants of the ward, " Mrs. Beers never bathes my head. I believe I'll get up a spell of fever, and see if I can't get nursed like you other fellows." The others declared that he could not deceive me, and he offered to bet the bottle of wine that he would have me bathe his head at my next visit. The result has been described. I had hardly reached my office, when a special patient and friend of mine, Charlie Gazzan, of Mobile, Alabama, arrived with an apology from Lieutenant Cox, a few words of explan- ation from Captain Ellis, signed by all the officers in the ward, and the bottle of wine, sent for my acceptance. I would not accept the wine or read the note, and in this course I was upheld by Dr. McAllister, who severely reprimanded Lieutenant Cox, and excused me from future attendance upon that ward. I have said that Charlie Cazzan was a special patient and friend ; perhaps the expression needs explanation. A few weeks before, he had been brought to me one night from the ambulance-train, a living skeleton, and seemingly at the point of death from dysentery. His family and that of my husband were residents of Mobile, Alabama, and intimate friends. He seemed almost in the agony of death, but had asked to be brought to me. There was not, after the battle of Mur- freesboro', a single vacant bed. He begged hard not to be put in a crowded ward, so, until I could do better, he was placed upon the lounge in my office. One small room in the officers' ward being vacant, I asked and obtained next day the privilege of placing him there. He recovered very slowly, but surely, and during his convalescence made himself useful in a hundred ways. My sick boys owed many a comfort to his wonderful powers of invention ; even the surgeons availed them- selves of his skill. He often relieved me of a task I 1 RINGGOLD. 93 nad sometimes found very wearisome, because so con- stantly recurring, — that of writing letters for the sick. He made his own pens and his own ink, of a deep green color, and seemingly indelible. A more gentle, kindly, generous nature never existed, and yet his soldierly instincts were strong, and almost before he could walk about well he " reported for duty," but was soon rele- gated to his room and to special diet. Spring proved hardly less disagreeable in Upper G-eorgia than winter had been. The mud was horrible, and I could not avoid it, as the wards were detached, occupying all together a very wide space. The pony was no longer available, because he splashed mud all over me. Old Peter brought me one day an immense pair of boots large enough for me to jump into when going from one place to another, and to jump out of and leave at the entrance of the sick wards. With these, an army blanket thrown over my shoulders and pinned with a thorn, and my dress kilted up like a washerwoman's, I defied alike the liquid streets and the piercing wind. My " nursery" was at this time filled to overflowing. My mind's eye takes in every nook and corner of that large room. It is very strange, but true, that I remember the position of each bed and the faces of those who lay there at different times. As I said before, they were principally the youngest patients, or those requiring constant supervision. I seem to see them now, lying pale and worn, their hollow eyes look- ing up at me as I fed them or following with wistful gaze my movements about the ward. Some bear ghastly wounds, others sit upon the side of the bed, trembling with weakness, yet smiling proudly because they can do so much, and promising soon to pay me a visit down- stairs, " if I can make it ; but I'm powerful weak right now" I remember two brave Texas boys, brothers, 94 MEMORIES. both wounded at Murfreesboro', who lay side by side iri' this ward. One of them was only fifteen years old. When he was brought in, it was found that a minie- ball had penetrated near the eye, and remained in the wound, forcing the eye entirely from the socket, causing the greatest agony. At first it was found difficult to extract it, and it proved a most painful operation. I stood by, and his brother had his cot brought close so that he could hold his other hand. Not a groan did the brave boy utter, but when it was over, and the eye replaced and bandaged, he said, " Doctor, how soon can 1 go hack to my regiment V Poor boyl he did go back in time to participate in the battle of Chickamauga, where he met his death. Twenty years after, I met his brother at a reunion of Confederate soldiers, in Dallas, Texas, and he could hardly tell me for weeping that Eddie had been shot down at his side while gallantly charging with the Texas Cavalry. Another youth, Eoundtree, of Alabama, lingered in that ward for many weeks, suffering from dysentery, and, I believe, was finally discharged. Dr. Gore, of Kentucky, took the deepest interest in my nursery, and sometimes asked permission to place young friends of his own there, a compliment which I highly appreciated. Dr. Gore was one of Nature's noblemen. In his large, warm heart there seemed to be room for everybody. His interest in his patients was very keen, and his skill greatly enhanced by extreme tenderness and unfailing attention. He was an earnest Christian (a Methodist, I believe), but upon one occasion I saw him so excited and distressed that he " fell from grace," and gave vent to a fearful imprecation. He had brought to me a boy of seventeen very ill of dysentery. For days it seemed that he must die. Dr. Gore and I watched him and nursed him as if he had been very RINGGOLD. 95 near and dear. A slight improvement showed itself at last, and of course his craving for food was insatiate. As this was a special ward, the nurses had been forbidden to admit visitors without a permit, and no stranger was ever allowed to feed the patients except when some particularly nourishing and suitable food was brought, when I used to take a great delight in the mutual pleasure of patient and visitor, hardly knowing which was more happy, the giver or receiver. Our sick boy continually craved and talked about some " apple turn- overs,'' such as his mother used to make, but of course was denied. One day, during my absence, an old lady gained access to the ward, and when she heard the boy's de- sire for " turn-overs" promised him some. The next day she foynd an opportunity to keep her promise. At mid- night. Dr. G-ore and I having been hastily summoned, met at the bedside of the poor fellow, who was in a state of collapse, and died before morning. Dr. Gore was so overcome that he actually we]3t. The boy had been a patient of his from his infancy, and in a piteous letter, which I afterwards read, his mother had implored the doctor to watch over him in case of sickness. "When, under the dead boy's pillow, was found a portion of the apple-pie, revealing the cause of his death, the doctor's anger knew no bounds, and he gave vent to the impre- cation above mentioned. As the summer waned, our commissary stores began to fail. Eations, always plain, became scant. Our for- agers met with little success. But for the patriotic devotion of the families whose farms and plantations lay for miles around Einggold (soon, alas ! to fall into the ruthless hands of the enemy), even our sickest men would have been deprived of suitable food. As it was, the supply was by no means sufficient. One day I asked permission to try my fortune at foraging, and, having 96 MEMORIES. received it, left Ringgold at daylight next morning, returning by moonlight. Stopping at every house and home, I told everywhere my tale of woe. There was scarcely one where hearths were not lonely, hearts aching for dear ones lon^ since gone forth to battle. They had heard mischievous and false tales of the sur- geons and attendants .of hospitals, and really believed that the sick were starved and neglected, while the hospital staff feasted upon dainty food. Occasionally, perhaps, they had listened to the complaint of some " hospital rat," who, at the first rumor of an approaching battle, had experienced " a powerful miserj^" in the place where a brave heart should have been, and, flying to the rear, doubled up with rheumatism and out-groaning all the victims of real sickness or horrible wounds, had remained huddled up in bed until danger was over. After having been deceived a few times by these cowards, I became expert at recognizing them, and paid them no attention whatever, 1 really believe that in some cases it was a physical impossibility for men to face the guns on a battle-field, and I have known instances of soldiers who deliberately shot off their own fingers to escape a fight. These men were conscious of their own defects, and often, smarting under a knowledge that the blister- ing, purging, and nauseating process pursued in such cases by the surgeons was intended as a punishment, grew ugly and mischievous, seeking revenge by malign- ing those in authority. I do not know what abuses may have existed in other hospitals of the Confederacy ; I can, however, say with entire truth that I never saw or heard of a more self-sacrificing set of men than the surgeons I met and served under during the war. With only two exceptions, they were devoted to their patients, and as attentive as in private practice or as the immense number of sick allowed them to be. These exceptions \ % RINGGOLD. 97 were both men who were unwilling to get up at night, and if called were fearfully cross. At one time I had a fierce contest with a surgeon of this kind, and fought it out, coming off victorious. I was called up one night to see a patient who had required and received the closest attention, but who was, we hoped, improving. Finding him apparently dying, I sent at once for Doctor , meanwhile trying, with the help of the nurse, every means to bring back warmth to his body, administering stimulants, rubbing the extremities with mustard, and applying mustard-plasters. The poor fellow was con- scious, and evidently very much frightened j he had in- sisted upon sending for me and seemed to be satisfied that I would do everything in my power. Doctor came in, looking black as a thunder-cloud. " What the devil is all this fuss about ? what are you going to do with that mustard-plaster ? Better apply it to that pine table; it would do as much good;" then to the nurse, " Don't bother that fellow any more ; let him die in peace." My temper was up, and I rushed at once into battle. " Sir," said I, " if you have given the patient up, / have not and will not. Ko true physician would show such brutality." He was nearly bursting with rage. ''I shall report you, madam." " And I, sir, will take care that the whole post shall know of this." He went out and I remained with the soldier until he was better (he event- ually recovered). The next morning, bright and early, I made my report to Dr. McAllister, who had already received an account of the affair from the nurses and other patients of the ward. He reprimanded the sur- geon instead of gratifying his desire to humble me. But to return to my expedition : Fortunately, I was able to disprove the false tales which had prejudiced the country people. Their sympathy being thoroughly aroused, they resolved to make up for lost time; and E ^ 9 98 MEMORIES. after this ladies rode in town every day, arranging among themselves for different days, and bringing for the convalescents the fresh vegetables which were so valuable as a palliative, and preventive of scui^y; for the sick, chickens, eggs, fi*esh butter, buttermilk, and sweet milk. Country wagons also brought in small supplies for sale, but never in proportion to the demand. Many of the ladies, after one visit to a ward or two, were utterly overcome by the ghastly sight, and wept even at the thought of looking upon the misery they could not relieve. Others seemed to feel only deepest pity and a desire to '' do something for the poor soldiers." As there were so many, it was difficult to distribute impartially : some must be left out. The ladies, finding so many craving buttermilk, sweet milk, home-made bread, etc., did not well know how to manage ; but the soldiers them- selves soon settled that. "I ain't so very bad off," one would say, " but that little fellow over yonder needs it bad; he's powerful weak, and he's been studying about buttermilk ever since he came in." All the time his own emaciated frame was trembling from exhaustion, and, spite of his courage, his eyes greedily devoured the dainties which he denied himself. This was but one of a thousand instances of self-abne- gation which go to make up a record as honorable, as brave, as true as that of the glorious deeds which such men never failed to perform whenever opportunity offered. During this foraging trip, and once afterwards during a spell of fever which lasted a week, I was cordially re- ceived and elegantly entertained at the house of Mr. and Mrs. Eussell, who lived about ten miles from Eing- gold. This aged couple were eminently and most in- telligently patriotic. Their sons were in the Confederate service. Their RINGGOLD. 99 time and their substance were literally at the disposal of all who served the cause. The silver-haired mother knitted and spun incessantly for the soldiers. The father superintended the raising of vegetables, and sent wagon-loads to the hospitals. Miss Phemie, a lovely young girl, was a frequent visi- tor to the hospitals, and often herself dispensed the golden butter and rich buttermilk prepared under her own direction; she would even dispense with the carriage and ride in town on the wagon, that she might bring plenty of vegetables, fruit, etc. Convalescents were en- tertained royally at the old homestead ; those who could not go so far were often treated to pleasant and invig- orating rides. To me Miss Phemie's friendship and kindness brought many comforts, and I remember gratefully the whole family. Through the summer frequent skirmishes and fights were heard of, and sick and wounded men came in every day, and every few days squads of men who had " re- ported for duty" took their places at the front. At last, about the first of September, 1863, appeared the never- failing forerunner of a real battle near at hand, — a small brigade of " hospital rats," distorted, drawn up, with useless crippled fingers, bent legs, crooked arms, necks drawn awry, let us say by — rheumatism. A day or two later was fought the sanguinary and fiercely-con- tested battle of Chickamauga. I could not if I would describe this or any other battle, nor is it necessary, for historians have well accomplished this duty. The terri- ble results to the brave men engaged only appeared to me, and these guided me to an opinion that among the horrible, bloody, hard-fought battles of the war none could exceed that of Chickamauga, and afterwards Franklin. From the lips of my boys, however, I often 100 MEMORIES. gained knowledge of deeds of magnificent bravery which cannot be surpassed by any which adorn the pages of history. These jewels have lain undiscovered among the debris of the war. Would I could reclaim them all. Seen in the aggregate, they would even out- shine the glory already known and visible. Finding memory a treacherous guide while searching for these hidden treasures, I have called upon my comrades to aid me in clearing away the dust and cobwebs, — the ac- cumulation of years, — but only in a few instances have they responded. I shall here relate one incident of the battle of Chickamauga never before published, but which is true in every particular. Austin's Battalion of Sharpshooters, composed of two companies, the Continental Gruards and Cannon Guards, both from New Orleans, was as well known to the Army of Tennessee as any organization in it, and com- manded the respect and admiration of all the army. The following lines from the pen of a gallant soldier in Fenner's Louisiana Battery truly portray the senti- ments of their army comrades towards the famous battalion : " In the Army of Tennessee, Austin's Battalion always occupied the post of honor in the brigade (Adams's and Gibson's Louisiana) to which it belonged. In the ad- vance, that battalion was in the front ; in the retreat, it hung upon the rear, a safeguard to the Confederates, and a cloud threatening at every step to burst in de- structive fury upon the advancing enemy. " Who is on the front ?" " Austin's Battalion." " Then, boys, we can lie down and sleep." Such were the words heard a hundred times among the troops of the Army of Tennessee, to which was attached Austin's Battalion of Sharpshooters. Whose tongue could so graphically pic- ture to the mind's eye a soldier and a hero as do these RINGGOLD. 101 brief questions and answers interchanged between battle- scarred veterans in the gathering gloom of the night, when they knew not, until they were assured Austin's Battalion was in the front, if they could snatch a few hours of repose from the toil and danger of battle? Austin's Battalion, famous throughout the armies of the Confederacy for its discipline and fighting qualities, was formed out of the remnants of the Eleventh Louisiana Regiment, which distinguished itself at Belmont, and which was literally shot to pieces at Shiloh. The bat- talion is well known to all the survivors of the Army of Tennessee as a fighting organization. During the active campaign of the army, it was almost continually under fire, and Ned Austin, on his little black pony, was always in the advance, "fooling the enemy, or in the retreat fighting and holding him in check." As the title of the battalion indicates, it was always in the front, on the advanced skirmish-line, pending a battle. It will be remembered by all the heroes of the Army of Tennessee that nearly every regiment in that army at the time of the battle of Chickamauga had on its battle-flag " cross-cannon," which signified the regi- ment's participation in the capture of a battery, or part thereof, at some time and place. Austin's Battalion had not won that honor when it commenced its destruc- tive fire upon the enemy early Saturday morning, Sep- tember 19, 1863. Sunday, the 20th, the battalion, on the extreme right of the army, moved forward upon the skirmish-lines of the Federals about eight o'clock in the morning, driving them rapidly back towards their main lines, leaving many dead and wounded on the ground, and many prisoners in the hands of the enthusiastic ad- vancing Confederates. It was published in general or- ders after the battle that Austin's Sharpshooters captured three times as many prisoners as they had men in their 9* 102 MEMORIES. whole battalion. The Continentals, on the right of the battalion, commanded by Captain W. Q. Loud, suddenly found themselves in range of and close quarters to artil- lery, as shells were singing through the woods directly over their heads. Still advancing as skirmishers, they saw on the road two pieces of artillery, supported by perhaps a small company of infantry, about one hundred yards from their advanced position in the woods. The command, " Eall}"," was given by Lieutenant William Pierce' commanding first platoon, and as the word was passed along by the sergeants all within hearing jumped to the command, and as "Forward, charge!" was given, in a minute the gallant Confederates had forced back the Federals and had possession of the guns, Lieutenant Pierce striking one of them with his sword, proclaiming the right of the battalion to have cross-cannon at last on its beloved flag. Although the battalion, as was just and correct, participated in and enjoyed the proud honors of the capture, it will cause no feeling of envy among the members of Company B living to-day to give the exclusive credit of the capture of those guns to the first platoon of the Continental Guards. The Federals, seeing how few were the num- bers of the foe who had driven them from their guns, rallied, advanced, and fired a volley into the victorious Confederates, who were still surrounding the pieces. Three men were wounded by the volley, among them Lieutenant William Pierce, whose leg was so badly shattered that amputation was necessary. The boys in gray retired to the first line of trees, leaving their lieutenant under the guns, surrounded by the boys in blue. It was for a short moment only: a volley which killed three and wounded more of the Federals, a yell and a charge, and the lieutenant's comrades again had possession of the guns, and soon were carrying him and RINGGOLD. 103 dragging the guns to the rear, making the captured Federals assist in both duties. The advancing brigade was more than a quarter of a mile from where the guns were captured. It is very doubtful whether the history of the war will record a similar capture of artillery sup- ported by infantry, disclosed suddenly by an advance- line of skirmishers who unhesitatingly charged, took possession of, and carried to the rear the guns. One would have supposed that Lieutenant Pierce, having suffered amputation of a leg, might have rested upon laurels won so gloriously. Ah, no ! his gallant soul was yet undismayed. At the earliest possible moment he returned to his command, there receiving a rich recom- pense for past suffering. Imagine his great pride and satisfaction when, following his comrades to the quar- ters of the gallant Major Ned Austin, he was shown the battalion flag with its " honored and honorable" cross- cannon liberally displayed. The survivors of the Continental Guards, returning to New Orleans after the war, have clung together like true brothers, retaining their military organization and the name they bore so gallantly. Of the veterans, not many remain ; these are known and revered b}^ all. Captain Pierce is fondly beloved and highly respected by his former command, as well as by the younger members of the company, who, having "fallen in" to fill up the ranks which time and death have decimated, are striving nobly to uphold the name and fame of the Continentals. Under the command of a gallant gentle- man and excellent executive oflicer, the new Continentals have guarded and kept ever fresh the laurels won by their predecessors, adding an exceptional record of their own, both military and civic. Upon all patriotic occa- sions the veterans appear and march with the company. Our veteran companies are the pride and glory of JSTew 10^ MEMORIES. Orleans. Citizens never tire of viewing the beautiful uniform and the martial step of the Continental Guards. And who can look upon Captain Pierce, bearing his trusty sword, keeping step equally well, whether he wears a finely-formed cork leg or stumps along on his favorite wooden one, — his bearing as proud as the proudest, his heroic soul looking gloriously forth from its undimmed windows, — and fail to remember proudly the young lieutenant who fell under the enemy's gun at Chickamauga, or who can listen unmoved to the music of the cannon which so often woke the morning echoes upon the bloodiest battle-field of the war? A parade of the Washington Artillery is, indeed, a glorious and inspiriting sight. Here they come, gayly caparisoned, perfect in every detail of military equipment, led by elegant officers who may well ride proudly, for each is a true soldier and a hero. Scarcely less distinguished, save for the plainer uniform, are the rank and file that follow. Can these be the same men whom his- tory delights to honor, — the heroes of a hundred battle- fields, — both in the army of Virginia and Tennessee, who, stripped to the waist, blackened with powder and smoke, bloody with streaming wounds, still stood to their guns, and, in answer to the enemy, thun- dered forth their defiant motto, " Come and take us !" And now — who more peaceful, who more public-spir- ited, who more kind in word and deed? Of the Yir- ginia detachment I knew little except their splendid record. From the fifth company I frequently received patients during my service with the Army of Tennessee, for, like their comrades of Virginia, they seemed to be in every battle, and in the thick of it. In fact, New Orleans and the whole State of Louisiana, like every cit}^ and State in the South, are peopled with veterans and heroes. In comparatively few cases have military RINGGOLD. 105 organizations been kept up. Other duties engross the late Confederates, of whom it may be truly said their record of citizenship is as excellent as their war record. If to any reader it occurs that I seem to be doing par- ticular justice to New Orleans trooj^s, I will say. let the feeling which arises in your own breast regarding your "very ow^n" plead /or me. Eemember that my husband was one of the famous Dreux Battalion, and afterwards of Gibson's Brigade, also that Louisianians were exiles, and that love of our home, with sorrow and indignation on account of her humiliation and chains, drew us very close together. But aside from this natural feeling there was no shadow of difference in my ministration or in the affection I bore towards all " my boys." There was not a single Southern State unrepresented among the bleeding victims of Chickamauga. From that hardly-contested field, as from many others, a rich harvest of glory has been reaped and garnered until the treasure-houses of history are full to overflowing. Glowing accounts of the splendid deeds of this or that division, brigade, regiment, company, have immortalized the names of— their officers. And what of the unfalter- ing /oZ^owjers, whose valor supported their brave leaders and helped to create many a splendid record ? Here lay the shattered remnants, each ghastly wound telling its own story of personal bravery. The fiery sons of South Carolina, unsubdued by the perils they had passed, unmindful of their gaping wounds, as ready then to do and dare as when they threw down the gauntlet of defiance and stood ready to defend the sovereignty of their State. The men who followed where the gallant Forrest led, "looking the warrior in love with his work." The devoted patriots who charged with Breckenridge. The tall, soldierly Ten- nesseeans, of whom their commander said, when asked 106 MEMORIES. if he could take and hold a position of transcendent danger, " Give me ray Tennesseeans, and PU take and hold anything;" the determined, ever-ready Texans, who, under the immortal Terry, so distinguished them- selves, and under other leaders in every battle of the war won undying laurels ; North Carolinians, of whose courage in battle I needed no better proof than the pluck they invariably showed under the torture of fevered wounds or of the surgeon's knife ; exiled Ken- tuckians, Arkansians, G-eorgians, Louisianians, Mis- sourians, Marylanders, sternly resentful, and impatient of the wounds that kept them from the battle-field, be- cause ever hoping to strike some blow that should sever a link in the chains which bound the homes they so loved; Alabamians, the number of whose regiments, as well as their frequent consolidation, spoke volumes for their splendid service ; Georgians, who, having fought with desperate valor, now lay suffering and dying within the confines of their own State, yet unable to reach the loved ones who, unknowing what their fate might be, awaited with trembling hearts accounts of the battle, so slow in reaching them ; Mississippians, of whom I have often heard it said, "their fighting and stay- ing qualities were magnificent'' I then knew hundreds of instances of individual valor, of which my remem- brance is now so dim that I dare not give names or dates. I am proud, however, to record the names of four soldiers belonging to the Seventeenth Mississippi Eegi- ment : J. Wm. Flynn,* then a mere lad, but whose record will compare with the brightest ; Samuel Frank, quarter- master; Maurice Bernhiem, quartermaster-sergeant, and Auerbach, the drummer of the regiment. I was proudly told by a member of Company G, Seventeenth Missis- * Mr. Flynn is now pastor in charge of a Presbyterian Church in New Orleans, and is as faithful a soldier of the cross as once of the lost cause. RINGGOLD. 107 Bippi, that Sam Frank, although excelling in every duty of his position, was exceeding brave, often earnestly asking permission to lead the skirmishers, and would shoulder a musket sooner than stay out of the fight. Maurice Beruhiem, quartermaster-sergeant, was also brave as the bravest. Whenever it was possible he also would join the ranks and fight as desperately as any soldier. Both men were exempt from field-service. Auerbach, the drummer of the Seventeenth, was also a model soldier, always at his post. On the longest marches, in the fiercest battles, whatever signal the commanding officer wished to have transmitted by means of the drum, night or day, amid the smoke of battle or the dust of the march, Auerbach was always on hand. The members of the Seventeenth declared that they could never forget the figure of the small Jewish drum- mer, his little cap shining out here and there amid the thick smoke and under a rattling fire. Before taking leave of this splendid regiment, I will give an incident of the battle of Knoxville, also related to me by one of its members. By some mismanagement, Longstreet's corps had no scaling-ladders, and had to cut their way up the wall of the entrenchment by bayonets, digging out step after step under a shower of hot water, stones, shot, axes, etc. Some of the men actually got to the top, and, reaching over, dragged the enemy over the walls. General Hum- phrey's brigade had practically taken the fort. Their flag was flying from the walls, about a hundred men having reached the top, where the color-bearer had planted his flag, when the staff was shot off about an inch above his hand. The men were so mad at losing the flag, that they seized the shells with fuses burning and hurled them back upon the enemy. Some of the members of this gallant regiment were among the hun- 108 MEMORIES. dreds equally brave who, after the battle of Chicka- raauga, became my patients. Scattered all through the wards were dozens of Irishmen, whose awful wounds scarcely sufficed to keep them in bed, so impatient were they of restraint, and especially of inactivity, — so eager to be at the front. Ever since the war I have kept in my heart a place sacred to these generous exiles, who, in the very earliest days of the Confederacy, flocked by thousands to her standard, wearing the gray as if it had been the green, giving in defence of the land of their adoption the might of stalwart arms, unfaltering courage, and the earnest devotion of hearts glad thus to give expression to the love of liberty and hatred of oppression which filled them. As Confederate soldiers they made records unsurpassed by any, but they never forgot that they were Irishmen, and bound to keep up the name and fame of Old Ireland. So, company after company, composing many regiments, appeared on fields of glory bearing names dear to every Irish heart, — names which they meant to immortalize, and did. That I should be permitted to serve all these heroes, to live among them, to minister to them, seemed to me a blessing beyond estimation. Strange to say, although my toil increased and the horror deepened, my health did not suffer. After daj^s and nights of immeasurable fatigue, a few hours of sleep would quite restore me, and I dared to believe that the supporting rod and staff was given of God. It now became very difficult to obtain food either suitable or sufficient. The beef was horrible. Upon two occasions rations of mule meat were issued, and eaten with the only sauce which could have rendered it possible to swallow the rank, coarse-grained meat, — i.e., the ravenous hunger of wounded and convalescent men. Meal was musty, flour impossible to be procured. RINGGOLD. 109 All the more delicate food began to fail utterly. A few weeks after the battle, Dr. S. M. Bemiss was ordered to Newnan, Georgia, to arrange for the removal of the hos- pital "post." We were, therefore, expecting a change of location, but quite unprepared for the suddenness of the order, or the haste and confusion that ensued. The upsetness was so complete that it almost seemed to me an actual fulfilment of a mysterious prophecy or warn- ing often uttered by old negroes to terrorize children into good behavior : " Better mind out dar : fust thing you knows you ain't gwine ter know nuflfin'." Every- thing seemed to be going on at once. The ambulance- train, with a few baggage-cars attached, was even then at the depot. A hoarse, stifled whistle apprised us of the fact, and seemed to hurry our preparation. Dr. McAl- lister was everywhere, superintending the removal with the energy natural to him. In the court-house all was confusion. Boxes were hastily filled with bedding, cloth- ing, etc., thrown in helter-skelter, hastily nailed up, and as hastily carted down to the train. Sick and awfully wounded men were hurriedly placed upon stretchers, and their bearers formed an endless procession to the rough cars (some of them lately used to transport cat- tle, and dreadfully filthy). Here they were placed upon straw mattresses, or plain straw, as it happened. No provisions were to be had except sides of rusty bacon and cold corn-bread. These were shovelled into carts and transferred to the floor of the cars in the same manner. There was no time to cook anything, and the chances were whether we would get off at all or not. Procuring a large caldron, I dumped into it remnants of the day's dinner, — a little soup, a few vegetables, and some mule meat. The stoves had all been taken down, but there was a little cold cornmeal coffee, some tea, and a small quantity of milk. This 1 put into buckets; then, 10 110 MEMORIES. importuning the surgeon in charge until he was glad to get rid of me by assigning me a cart, I mounted into it with ray provisions and jolted off to the cars, where hundreds of tortured, groaning men were lying. There I met Dr. Gore (for both hospitals were to be moved on the same train), who helped me to hide my treasures and to administer some weak milk punch to the suffer- ers. Meanwhile, the pine-wood fires kindled in the streets all around the hospitals made the town look as though it was on fire, and threw its weird light upon masses of soldiery, — cavalry, infantry, artillery, — moving in endless numbers through the town, shaking the very earth with the tramp of men and horses and the heavy rumble of wheels. The men were silent, and looked jaded and ghastly in the lurid light. Some had bloody rags tied about head and hands, their breasts were bare, the panting breath could bo heard plainly, their eyes shone fiercely through the grime of powder and smoke. They had been fighting, and were now retreating; still they marched in solid column, nor broke ranks, nor lost step. The faces of the officers were grave and troubled ; none seemed to observe our frantic haste, but all to look forward with unseeing eyes. I did so long to have them rest and refresh themselves. During the whole of that eventful night my cheeks were wet, my heart aching sadly. Before daylight we were off. Eailroads at that time were very defective and very rough. Ah, how terrible was the suffering of those wounded men as they were jolted and shaken from side to side ! for haste was necessary to escape the enemy. About noon the train came to a full stop, nor moved again for many, many hours, — hours fraught with intense suffering to the sick and wounded, as well as to all who shared the hardships of that journey. It was reported that the enemy were passing either to the right or left, I do not RINGGOLD. Ill remember which. Not a wheel must move, not a col- umn of smoke arise ; so, with the engine fires extin- guished, the train stood motionless in the midst of a barren pine forest. The small supply of cooked food was soon exhausted, the ladies on the train assisting to feed the wounded soldiers. All were parched with thirst. The only water to be procured lay in ruts and ditches by the roadside, and was filthy and fetid. So the day passed. All through the night every one was on the alert, listening intently for sounds that might mean danger. No lights, no roadside fires could be allowed ; but the moon shone brightly, and b}^ its light the surgeons moved about among the suffering men, whose groans, united with the plaintive sigh of the chill wind through the pine forest, served to make night dis- mal indeed. In the intervals of attending upon the sick we slept as we could, leaning up against boxes, tilted back in chairs against the side of the car, or lying down, with anything we could get for pillows. Some of the surgeons and attendants bivouacked under the trees in spite of the cold. In the morning we were hungry enough to eat the stale corn-bread, and tried to like it, but even of that there was very little, for the wounded men were ravenous. Drs. Gore and Yates set them- selves to whittle some "army-forks," or forked sticks, and, cutting the bacon in thin slices, made little fires which they carefully covered with large pans to keep the smoke from arising. By these they toasted slices of bacon. Ah, how delicious was the odor, how excellent the taste ! Several hands were set at this work, but it was necessarily very slow. I remained among my own patients, while my servant climbed in and out of the car, bringing as much meat as she could get, which I distributed while she returned for more. The wounded men were clamorous for it, crying out, " Give it to us 112 MEMORIES. raw ; we can't wait." This we were soon compelled to do, as it was feared the smoke might escape and betray us. I cannot now recollect by what means we received the welcome order to move on, but it came at last, and on the morning of the third day we reached Newnan, Georgia, where, after a few days' bustle and confusion, we were pleasantly settled and had fallen into the old routine, Dr. Bemiss having arranged not only for excel- lent quarters but for fresh supplies of rations and hospital stores. CHAPTEE 7. NEWNAN, GEORGIA. Just here Memory lays a restraining hand upon my own. Turning to meet her gaze, it pleads with me to linger a while in this sweet and pleasant spot, peopled with familiar forms, and kindly faces, well-beloved in the past, fondly greeted once again. Ah, how closely our little band clung together, how enduring were the ties that bound us ! Ignoring the shadow, seeking always to stand in the sunshine, we welcomed with yet unshaken faith the heavenly guest who stood in our midst, turning upon us almost for the last time an unclouded face, and eyes undimmed by doubt or pain, — the angel of Hope. The ladies of Newnan were truly loyal, and in spite of the fact that the whole town was converted into hospi- tals, and every eligible place filled with sick, murmured not, but strove in every way to add to their comfort. I wish I could place every one before my readers to receive the meed of praise she so richly deserves ; only a few, very few ^ names now occur to me. The hospitable man- sion of Judge Eay was a complete rendezvous for con- valescent soldiers ; also the homes of Mrs. McKinstry and Mrs. Morgan. The latter was one of the most beautiful women I ever saw. Dr. Gore used to say, " She is just plum pretty'^ She was a perfect blonde, with a small head "running over" with short, golden curls. The Misses Eay were brunettes, very handsome and stately. Their brothers were in the army. Judge Eay never allowed his daughters to visit the hospitals, but atoned for that by unbounded hospitality. Mrs. h 10* 113 114 MEMORIES. McKinstry was a constant visitor to the hospitals, and had her house full of sick soldiers. Only one church in the town was left vacant in which to hold services. Eev. E. A. Holland, then a young, enthusiastic Methodist minister, and a chaplain in the army, remained for some time in Newnan, holding meetings w^hich were largely attended. Dr. Holland was long after the war converted to the Episcopal faith, and called to Trinity Church, New Orleans. The bishops and ministers of the Protest- ant Episcopal Church also held frequent services, and often Catholic priests came among the sick, who greatly valued their holy ministration. Through the kindness of a friend, an ownerless piano found in one of the stores was moved to my room, and, although not a good one, contributed largely to the pleasure of the soldiers, also serving for sacred music when needed. Mr. Blandner's lute, my piano, and Mrs. G-amble's soprano voice, joined to that of a Confederate tenor or bass, or my own con- tralto, made delicious music. Concerts, tableaux, plays, etc., were also given for the benefit of refugees or to raise money to send boxes to the front : at all these I assisted, but had no time for rehearsals, etc. I could only run over and sing my song or songs and then run back to my patients. Some money was realized, but the entertainments were never a great financial success, because all soldiers were invited guests. Still, some good was always accomplished. These amusements were greatly encouraged by physicians and others, as safety- valves to relieve the high-pressure of excitement, un- certainty, and dread which were characteristic of the time. I was always counted in, but seldom, very seldom, accepted an invitation, for it seemed to me like unfaith- fulness to the memory of the gallant dead, and a mockery of the suffering in our midst. I could not rid myself of this feeling, and can truly say that during those fateful NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 115 years, from the time when in Eichmond the " starvation parties" were organized, until the end, I never found a suitable time to dance or a time to laugh or a time to make merry. My own special kitchen (an immense wareroom at the back of the store, which was used for a distributing- room) was in Newnan well fitted up. A cavernous fireplace, well supplied with big pots, little pots, bake- ovens, and stew-pans, was supplemented by a cooking- stove of good size. A large brick oven was built in the yard close by, and two professional bakers, with their assistants, were kept busy baking for the whole post. There happened to be a back entrance to this kitchen, and although the convalescents were not allowed inside, many were the interviews held at said door upon subjects of vital importance to the poor fellows who had walked far into the country to obtain coveted dainties which they wanted to have cooked " like my folks at home fix it up." They were never refused, and sometimes a dozen different "messes" were set off to await claimants, — potato-pones, cracklin bread, apple-pies, blackberry -pies, squirrels, birds, and often chickens. For a long time the amount of chickens brought in by " the boys" puzzled me. They had little or no money, and chickens were always high-priced. I had often noticed that the men in the wards were busy -pre-psiYmg fish-hooks, and yet, though they often " went fishing," they brought no fish to be cooked. One day the mysterj^ was fully solved. An irate old lady called upon Dr. McAllister, holding at the end of a string a fine, large chicken, and vociferously proclaiming her wrongs. "I knowed I'd ketch 'em: I knowed it. Jes' look a-here," and she drew up the chicken, opened its mouth, and showed the butt of a fish-hook it had swallowed. Upon further examination, it was found that the hook had been baited with a kernel 116 MEMORIES. of corn. "I've been noticin' a powerful disturbance among my fowls, an' every onct in while one of 'em would go over the fence like litenin' and I couldn't see what went with it. This mornin' I jes' sot down under the fence an' watched, and the fust thing I seed was a line flyin' over the fence right peert, an' as soon as it struck the ground the chickens all went for it, an' this yer fool chicken up and swallered it. Now, I'm a lone woman, an' my chickens an' my truck-patch is my livin', and I ain't gwine to stan' no sichr The convalescents, attracted by the shrill, angry voice, gathered around. Their innocent surprise, and the wonder with which they examined the baited fish-hook and sympathized with the old ladi/, almost upset the gravity of the " sturgeons," as the old body called the doctors. There was one dry-goods store still kept open in New- nan, but few ladies had the inclination or the means to go shopping. The cotton lying idle all over the South was then to a certain extent utilized. Everything the men wore was dyed and woven at home: pants were either butternut, blue, or light purple, occasionally light yellow ; shirts, coarse, but snowy white, or what would now be called cream. Everybody knitted socks. Ladies, negro women, girls, and even little boys, learned to knit. Each tried to get ahead as to number and quality. Ladies' stockings were also knitted of all grades from stout and thick to gossamer or open-work, etc. Home- spun dresses were proudly worn, and it became a matter of constant experiment and great pride to improve the quality and vary colors. Warp and woof were finely spun, and beautiful combinations of colors ventured upon, although older heads eschewed them, and in con- sequence complacently wore their clean, smoothl^Mroned gray, "pepper-and-salt," or brown homespuns long after the gayer ones had been faded by sun or water and had NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 117 to be "dipped." Hats and bonnets of all sorts and sizes were made of straw or palmetto, and trimmed with the same. Most of them bore cockades of bright red and white (the " red, white, and red"), fashioned of strips knitted to resemble ribbons. Some used emblems denoting the State or city of the wearer, others a small Confederate battle-flag. Young faces framed in these pretty hats, or looking out from under a broad-brim, appeared doubly bewitching. Ladies worked early and late, first upon the fabric, and then upon beautifully- stitched homespun shirts, intended as gifts to favorite heroes returning to the front. During the winter nights the light of pine-knot fires had sufficed, but now Confed- erate candles were used. It did seem as if the bees were Southern sympathizers, and more faithfully than usual "improved each shining hour." The wax thus obtained was melted in large kettles, and yards of rags torn into strijDS and sewn together, then twisted to the size of lamp-wicks, were dipped into the liquid wax, cooled, and dipped again and again until of the right size. These yards of waxed rags were wound around a corn- cob or a bottle, then clipped, leaving about two yards " closely wound" to each candle. One end was left loose to light, and — here you have the recipe for Confederate candles. When I came through the lines I was refused permis- sion to bring any baggage; therefore my supply of clothing was exceedingly small. I had, however, some gold concealed about my person, and fortunately pro- cured with it a plain wardrobe. This I had carefully treasured, but now it was rapidly diminishing. At least I must have one new dress. It was bought, — a simple calico, and not of extra quality. The cost was three hundred dollars! With the exception of a plain muslin bought the following summer for three hundred and 118 MEMORIES. fifty dollars, it was my only indulgence in the extrava- gance of dress during the whole war. Two pretty gray homespuns made in Alabama were my standbys. A good-sized store had been assigned to me as a linen room and office. The linen room, standing upon the street, was very large, and shelved all around, a counter on one side, and otherwise furnished with splint chairs and boxes to sit upon. My sanctum lay behind it, and here my sick and convalescent boys came frequently, and dearly loved to come, to rest upon the lounge or upon my rocking-chair, to read, to eat nice little lunches, and often to write letters. -The front room was the rendezvous of the surgeons. In the morning they came to consult me about diet-lists or to talk to each other. In the evening the promenade of the ladies generally ended here, the surgeons always came, and I am proud to say that a circle composed of more cultivated, refined gentlemen and ladies could not be found than those who met in the rough linen-room of the Buckner Hospital. Dr. McAllister often looked in, but only for a few mo- ments. He was devoted to his business as surgeon in charge of a large hospital. The multifarious duties of the position occupied him exclusively. He was a superb executive officer : nothing escaped his keen observation. N"o wrong remained unredressed, no recreant found an instant's toleration. He was ever restless, and not at all triven to the amenities of life or to social intercourse, but fond of spending his leisure moments at his own temporary home, which a devoted wife made to him a paradise. His manners to strangers were very stiff; his friendship, once gained, was earnest and unchangeable. Dr. Gamble, surgeon of the post, was an urbane, kindly gentleman. Business claimed his entire time also, and he was seldom seen outside of his office. The ladies of our little circle have been already mentioned, as well as NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 119 most of the surgeons. Dr. Beraiss, of all others, was a general favorite. We did not see much of him, as he was a very busy man ; but at least once a day he would find his way to the rendezvous, often looking in at the window as he " halted" outside for a little chat. Invariably the whole party brightened up at his coming. He was so genial, so witty, so sympathetic, so entirely en rapport with everybody. A casual occurrence, a little discussion involving, perhaps, a cunning attempt to enlist him on one side or the other, would prove the key to unlock a fund of anecdotes, repartee, bon-mots, and, best of all, word-pictures, for here Dr. Bemiss excelled every one I ever knew. My own relations with him were very pleasant, for he was my adviser and helper in using properly the Louisiana and Alabama funds. The friend- ship between Drs. Bemiss and Gore seemed almost like that of Damon and Pythias. I think that Dr. Bemiss was first surgeon in charge of the " Bragg," but when a larger field was assigned to him Dr. Gore succeeded, Dr. Bemiss still retaining in some way the position of superior officer. Both these men were eminent surgeons and physicians, possessing in a remarkable degree the subtle comprehension and sympathy which is so valuable a quality in a physician. The tie that bound these two embraced a third, apparently as incongruous as possible, —Dr. Benjamin Wible, also of Louisville, a former part- ner of Dr. Bemiss. Diogenes we used to call him, and he did his best to deserve the name. His countenance was forbidding, except when lighted up by a smile, which was only upon rare occasions. He was intolerant of what he called " stuff and nonsense," and had a way of disconcerting people by grunting when- ever anything like sentimentality or gush was uttered in his presence. When he first came, his stern, dictatorial manner, 120 MEMORIES. together with the persistent coldness which resisted all attempts to be friendly and sociable, hurt and offended me ; but he was so different when among the sick, so gentle, so benignant beside the bedsides of suffering men, that I soon learned to know and appreciate the royal heart which at other times he managed to conceal under a rough and forbidding exterior. Dr. Archer, of Maryland, was as complete a contrast as could be imagined. A poet of no mean order, in- dulging in all the idiosyncrasies of a poet, he was yet a man of great nerve and an excellent surgeon. Always dressed with careful negligence, his hands beautifully white, his beard unshorn, his auburn hair floating over his uniformed shoulders in long ringlets, soft in speech, so very deferential to ladies as to seem almost lover- like, he was, nevertheless, very manly. Quite a cavalier one could look up to and respect. At first I thought him effeminate, and did not like him, but his tender ways with my sick boys, the efficacy of his prescriptions, and his careful orders as to diet quite won me over. Our friendship lasted until the end of my service in the Buckner Hospital, since which I have never seen him. Another complete contrast to Diogenes was Dr. Con- way, of Virginia, our Chesterfield. His perfect manners and courtly observance of the smallest requirements of good breeding and etiquette made us feel quite as if we were lord and ladies. Dr. Conway had a way of con- veying subtle indefinable flattery which was very elevat- ing to one's self-esteem. Others enjoyed it in full, but often, just as our Chesterfield had interviewed me, infus- ing even into the homely subject of diet-lists much that was calculated to puff up my vanity, in would stalk Diogenes, who never failed to bring me to a realizing sense of the hoUowness of it all. Dr. Hughes was a venerable and excellent gentleman, who constituted him- NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 121 self ray mentor. He never failed to drop in every day, being always ready to smooth tangled threads for me. He was forever protesting against the habit I had con- tracted in Eichmond, and never afterwards relinquished, of remaining late by the bedside of dying patients, or going to the wards whenever summoned at night. He would say, " Daughter, it is not right, it is not safe ; not only do you risk contagion by breathing the foul air of the wards at night, but some of these soldiers are mighty rough and might not always justify jour confidence in them." But I would not listen. My firm belief in the honor of "my boys" and in their true and chivalrous devotion towards myself caused me to trust them utterly at all times and places. I can truly say that never during the whole four years of the war was that trust disturbed by even the roughest man of them all, although I was often placed in very trying circum- stances, many times being entirely dependent upon their protection and care, ivhich never failed me. So I used to set at naught the Avell-meant counsels of my kindly old friend, to laugh at his lugubrious countenance and the portentous shaking of his silvery head. We re- mained firm friends, however, and, though my dear old mentor has long since passed away, I still revere his memory. Dr. Yates was an ideal Texan, brave, deter- mined, plain, and straightforward, either a warm, true friend or an uncompromising enemy. He wished to be at the front, and was never satisfied with hospital duties. Mrs. Yates was a favorite with all. Dr. Jackson, of Alabama, in charge of the officers' quarters, performed some miracles in the way of surgical operation. He was a great favorite with his patients, who complained bitterly because they were so often deprived of his ser- vices for a time, when his skilful surgery was needed at the front. Besides these were Drs. Devine, Euell, Estell, F 11 122 MEMORIES. Baruch, Frost, Oarmiehael, Welford, and Griffith, none of whom I knew particularly well. ******* Meantime, the wounded of several battles had filled and crowded the wards. As before, every train came in freighted with human misery. In the Buckner Hospital alone there were nearly a thousand beds, ten- anted by every conceivable form of suffering. An ambulance-train arrived one night, bringing an unusually large number of sick and wounded men, whose piteous moans filled the air as they wei*e brought up the hill on " stretchers" or alighted at the door of the hospital from ambulances, which, jolting over the rough, country road, had tortured them inexpressibly. Occasionally a scream of agony would arise, but more frequently suppressed groans bespoke strong men's suffering manfully borne. In the ward Avhere those badly wounded were placed, there was so much to be done, that morning found the work unfinished. It was, therefore, later than usual when I found time to pay my usual morning visits to other wards. Upon entering Ward No. 4, m}^ attention was at- tracted by a new patient, who lay propped up on one of the bunks near a window. He was a mere lad (per- haps twenty). His eyes, as they met mine, expressed so plainly a sense of captivity and extreme dislike of it that I felt very sorry for him. He had been dressed in a clean hospital shirt, but one shoulder and arm was bare and bandaged, for he was wounded in the left shoulder, — a slight wound, but sufficient to occasion severe pain and fever. At first I did not approach him, but his eyes followed me as I paused by each bed to ascertain the needs of the sick and to bestow particular care in many cases. NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 123 At last I stood by his side, and, placing my hand upon his head, spoke to him. He moved uneasily, seemingly trying to repress the quivering of his lip and the tears that, nevertheless, would come. Not wishing to notice his emotion just then, I called the nurse, and, by way of diversion, gave a few trifling directions, then passed on to another ward. Eeturning later, bringing some cooling drink and a bottle of Confederate bay-water (vinegar), I gave him to drink and proceeded to sponge off his head and hands. He submitted, as it seemed at first, unwillingly, but just as I turned to leave him he suddenly seized my hand, kissed it, and laid his burning cheek upon it. From that moment I was eagerly welcomed by him whenever I appeared among the vsick. When he began to mend and was allowed to talk freely, I learned his name, Charley Percy, that he was a native of Bayou Sara, Louisiana, and a member of the fifth company of Washington Artillery, Captain Slocomb commanding. He had been wounded at Eesaca. I grew to love him dcarl}". As soon as he was per- mitted to leave his bed he became averse to remaining in the ward, and most of his waking hours were spent in the little room which was specially allotted to me. Whenever I returned after my rounds among the sick it was a certainty that the glad, bright presence awaited me, and that many little plans for my rest and comfort would make the rough place homelike. He became to me like a dear young brother, devoted and ever-thoughtful. The matron's room at the hos- pital was called very often " Soldiers' Rest," and some- times " The Promised Land," because many soldiers came there every day, and those newly convalescent made it a goal which they aspired to reach as soon as permitted. 124 MEMORIES. This habit gave me an opportunity to use properly what might have been sent in boxes which arrived frequently from different quarters, filled with a variety of goodies, but in quantities entirely insufficient to supply all the soldiers. A sangaree or any other delicacy, taken while resting after a walk which taxed the weakened energies to the utmost, or a meal served outside the fevered air of the wards, did more to build up the strength than any amount of medicine could have done. As there never was, by any chance, a supply of these things for one thousand men (the usual number assigned to Buck- ner Hospital), delicacies (already becoming scarce) were served only to the very sick or to convalescents. It was beautiful to see how young Percy delighted to assist in waiting on these visitors to " The Soldiers' Eest," — how his sprigbtliness pleased and amused them. His own great embarrassment seemed to be that he had lost all his clothes at the time he was wounded, so was compelled to wear the unbleached shirts with blue cottonade collars and cuffs, which were supplied to all patients, numbered to correspond with the bunks. These he called State's prison uniform. One day, how- ever, Dr. Fenner from New Orleans, Louisiana, paid a visit to Buckner Hospital (then located at Newnan, Georgia), leaving with me two large boxes of clothing and stores for the Louisiana soldiers. Percy assisted to unpack these boxes, soon finding himself amply pro- vided with underclothing and a nice jacket and pants of gray, also a new blanket. He was pleased, but not yet quite satisfied, for the jacket was simply gray. He wanted it trimmed with red. It chanced that there was in one of the boxes a piece of red flannel. With this I trimmed the suit under his careful supervision. I can never forget how happy he was to get into this suit, or how he danced around NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 1^5 me, pretending to go through the artillery drill, and to load and fire at imaginary Yankees. Later, his cap was retrimmed, the letters and artillery badge furbished up, and one beautiful day was made sad and gloomy to his friends and myself by the departure of this brave, dear boy, to rejoin his command. Eager, bright, full of fire and ardor, the young soldier went to meet his doom. He reached the front (where the company to which he belonged was always to be found) shortly before the battle of Peach-tree Creek, and here, his bright young face turned to the foe, his eager hands serving his gun to the last, he met a soldier's death. Alas ! poor Percy, his fate seemed hard ; yet, while sincerely grieving, I remembered with some degree of comfort the fact that so he had wished to die, — " Upon the field of glory." There came to the hospital at the same time with young Percy an intimate friend and comrade of his, whose name and the circumstances of his death were preserved in a diary kept hj me, but which, with all my papers, fell into the hands of the enemy subsequently. This poor fellow had pneumonia, which soon developed into typhoid. He was delirious when brought in and never regained consciousness. Yainly I strove to soothe him, stroking back the long, straight hair, black as a raven's wing, vainly trying to close the magnificent black eyes, which forever stared into space, while the plaintive voice repeated ceaselessly, " Viens a moi, oh, ma mere,'^ and thus he moaned and moaned until at last the white eyelids drooped beneath the gaze of Death, and the finger of eternal silence was laid upon the fevered lips. Of course Percy was not told how his friend died until long afterward, when his questions could no longer be 11* 126 MEMORIES. evaded. He was deeply moved, crying out, " I don't want to die like that. If I must die during this war, I hope I shall be instantly killed upon the battle-field." This wish was granted. He sleeps in a soldier's grave. In the light of eter- nity the sad mystery which still shadows the hearts of those who live to mourn the holy cause — loved and lost — exists no more for him. Besides the " Buckner," there were the " Braor^" and two more hospitals, the names of which I have forgotten, one presided over by two gentle ladies, — Mrs. Harrison and Mrs. , of Florida, — whose devotion and self- sacrifice, as well as their lovely Christian character and perfect manners, made them well-beloved by everybody at the post. Mrs. Harrison was a zealous Episco- palian. Through her influence and correspondence fre- quent services were held in Newnan. We several times enjoyed the ministrations of Bishops Quintard, Beck- with, and Wilmer. The large number of wounded men, and the fearful character of their wounds, made skill and devotion on the part of the surgeons of the great- est importance. These conditions were well fulfilled, and aided by the healthy locality "and" (during the first few months) " the excellent possibilities open to our foragers," many a poor fellow struggled back to com- parative health. I was particularly fortunate while in Newnan in having at my command supplies of clothing and money from both Louisiana and Alabama. This, with the aid of my own wages, which, although I had refused to receive them, had accumulated and been placed to my account, and which I now drew, gave me excellent facilities for providing comforts, not onl}^ for the sick, but for the braves at the front, whose rations were growing "small by degrees and beautifully less." Upon two occasions I received visits from the venerable NEU'NAN, GEORGIA. 127 Dr. Fenner, of Louisiana, and his colleague, Mr. Collins. Each time they left money and clothing, giving me large discretionary powers, although specifying that, as the money was supplied by Louisianians, the soldiers from that State should be first considered. Through Mr. Peter Hamilton, of Mobile, Alabama, I also received boxes of clothing and dehcacies, and, upon two occasions, six hundred dollars in money, with the request, " Of course, help our boys first, but in any case where suffer- ings or need exist, use your own judgment." As there were hundreds entirely cut oif from home, actually suf- fering from want of clothing, sometimes needing a little good wine or extra food, I found many occasions where it seemed to me right to use this discretionary power, especially during visits to the front, which I was called upon to make about this time, first to my husband and his comrades in Kingston and Dalton, later to Macon to look up some Louisiana and Alabama soldiers, and lastly to Atlanta, where my husband and many other friends lay in the trenches. (Of these experiences more here- after.) Mrs. Harrison, Mrs. Gamble, myself, and one or two others were the only Episcopalians among the ladies of the Post, but the services were attended by soldiers, both officers and privates. Mrs. Gamble, of course, led the choir. We could always find bassos and tenors. I sang alto. The music was really good. The death of Bishop Polk was a great grief to everybody", especi- ally to the faithful few among us who revered him as a minister of The Church. Even while saying to our- selves and to each other " God knows best," we could not at once stifle the bitterness of grief, for it seemed as if a mighty bulwark had been swept away. I had known Bishop Polk as a faithful and loving shepherd of souls, feeding his flock in green pastures, tenderly leading the 128 MEMORIES. weary and grief-stricken ones beside the waters of com- fort. But when the peaceful fold was invaded, when threatening howls were arising on every side, — casting aside for a time the garb of a shepherd, he sallied forth, using valorously his trusty sword, opposing to the ad- vance of the foe his own faithful breast, never faltering until slain by the horrid fangs which greedily fastened themselves deep in his heart. As I have already men- tioned, I made during the winter and spring several vis- its to the front. At one time my husband, a member of Fenner's Louisiana Battery, was with his command in winter quarters at Kingston, whither I went to pay a visit and to inquire after the needs of the " boys." My little son (who had by this time joined me at Newnan) accompanied me. Kingston was at this time a bleak, dismal-looking place. I stopped at a large, barn-like hotel, from the gallery of which, while sitting with visit- ors from camp, I witnessed an arrival of G-eorgia militia, whose disembarkation from a train in front of the hotel was met by a noisy demonstration. They were a strange- looking set of men, but had "store clothes," warm wraps, sometimes tall hats, in all cases good ones. This, with the air of superiority they affected, was enough to pro- voke the fun-loving propensities of the ragged, rough- looking veterans who had collected to watch for the arrival of the train. As the shaking, rickety cars passed out of sight, these raw troops walked up to the hotel and there strode up and down, assuming supreme indif- ference to the storm of raillery which assailed them. Of course my sympathies were with the veterans, and I laughed heartily at their pranks. One of the first to set the ball in motion was a tall, athletic-looking soldier clad in jeans pants, with a faded red stripe adorning one leg only, ragged shoes tied up with twine strings, and a flannel shirt which undoubtedly had been washed by the NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 129 Confederate military process (i.e., tied by a string to a bush on the bank of a stream, allowed to lie in the water awhile, then stirred about with a stick or beat upon a rock, and hung up to drip and dry upon the nearest bush or tied to the swaying limb of a tree). "A shock- ing bad hat" of the slouch order completed his costume. Approaching a tall specimen of" melish," who wore a new homesj^un suit of " butternut jeans," a gorgeous cravat, etc., the soldier opened his arms and cried out in intense accents, ^^Let me kiss him for his mother!" Another was desired to " come out of that hat." A big veteran, laying his hand on the shoulder of a small, scared-looking, little victim, and wiping his own eyes upon his old hat, whined out, "I say, buddy, you didn't bring along no sugar-teats, did you? I'm got a powerful hankerin' atter some." An innocent-looking soldier would stop suddenly before one of the new-comers neatly dressed, peer closely at his shirt-front, renewing the scrutiny again and again with increasing earnestness, then, strik- ing an attitude, would cry out, " Biled, by Jove !" One, with a stiff, thick, new overcoat, Avas met with the anx- ious inquiry, " Have you got plenty of stuffing in that coat, about here' (with a hand spread over stomach and heart), " because the Yankee bullets is mighty pene- trating." Each new joke was hailed with shouts of laughter and ear-piercing rebel yells, but at last the " melish" was marched off and the frolic ended. I received two invitations for the following day, one to dine with the officers of Fenner's Louisiana Battery, and one, which I accepted, from the soldiers of my hus- band's mess. About twelve o'clock the next morning an ambulance stood before the door of the hotel. From it descended a spruce-looking colored driver, who re- marked, as he threw the reins over the mule's back, ''Don't nobody go foolin' wid dat da mule ontwill I comes 130 MEMORIES. back. I jes gwine to step ober to de store yander 'bout some biziness fur de cap'n. Dat mule he feel mity gaily dis mornin'. Look like he jes tryin' hisseff when he fin' nuffin' behin' him but dis amperlants (ambulance) stid ob dem hebby guns." Off he went, leaving the mule stand- ing without being tied, and looking an incarnation of mischief. The road to camp was newly cleared and full of stumps and ruts. As I stood upon the upper gallery awaiting the return of our Jehu, our little boy, taking ad- vantage of the extra fondness inspired in the heart of his father by long absence, clamored to be lifted into the am- bulance. This wish was gratified, his father intending to take the reins and mount to the driver's seat, but before he could do so the mule started off at headlong speed, with Georgie's scared face looking out at the back, and perhaps a dozen men and boys in hot pursuit. The mule went on to camp, creating great alarm there. The child in some miraculous manner rolled out at the back of the ambu- lance, and was picked up unhurt. This accident de- layed matters a little, but in due time we arrived at the village of log-huts, called "Camp," and, having paid our respects to the officers, repaired to the hut of my husband's mess. The dinner was already cooking out- side. Inside on a rough shelf were piles of shining tin- cups and plates, newly polished. The lower bunk had been filled with new, jpine straw, and made as soft as possible by piling upon it all the blankets of the mess. This formed the chair of state. Upon it were placed, first, myself (the centre figure), on one side my hus- band, exempt from duty for the day, on the other my little boy, who, far from appreciating the intended honor, immediately " squirmed" down, and ran off on a tour of investigation through the camp. The mess con- sisted of six men including my husband, of whom the youngest was Lionel C. Levy, Jr., a mere boy, but a NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 131 splendid soldier, full of fun and nerve and dash. Then there was my husband's bosom friend, J. Hollingsworth, or Uncle Jake, as he was called by everybody. Of the industrial pursuits of the mess, he was the leading spirit, indeed, in every way his resources were unbounded. His patience, carefulness, and pains-taking truly achieved wonderful results in contriving and carrying into execu- tion plans for the comfort of the mess. He always carried an extra haversack, which contained everything that could be thought of to meet contingencies or repair the neglect of other people. He was a devoted patriot and a contented, uncomplaining soldier; never sick, always on duty, a thorough gentleman, kindly in im- pulses and acts, but well, yes, there was one spot upon this sun, — he was a confirmed bachelor. He could face the hottest fire upon the battle-field, but a party of ladies — never with his own consent. Upon the day in question, however, I was not only an invited guest, but the wife of his messmate and friend. So, overcoming his diffidence, he made himself very agreeable, and meeting several times afterward during the war, under circumstances which made pleasant intercourse just as imperative, we became fast friends, and have remained so to this day. John Sharkey, Miles Sharkey, and one more, whose name I have forgotten, comprised, with those mentioned above, the entire mess. The dinner was excellent, better than many a more elegant and plentiful repast of which I have partaken since the war. All the rations of beef and pork were combined to make a fricassee a la camp, the very small rations of flour being mixed with the cornmeal to make a large, round loaf of " stuff"." These delectable dishes were both cooked in bake-ovens outside the cabin. From cross-sticks, arranged gypsy-fashion, swung an iron pot, in which was prepared the cornmeal coff'ee, which, with "long 132 MEMORIES. sweetening" (molasses) and without milk, composed the meal. In this well-arranged mess the work was so divided that each man had his day to cut all the wood, bring all the water, cook, wash dishes, and keep the cabin in order. So, on this occasion there was no confusion. All was accomplished with precision. In due time a piece of board was placed before me with my rations arranged upon it in a bright tin plate, my coffee being served in a gorgeous mug, which, I strongly suspect, had been borrowed for the occasion, having once been a shaving-mug. Dinner over. Lieutenant Cluverius called to escort me through the camp, and at the officers' quarters I met many old acquaintances. Upon inquiry, I found the boys in camp contented and entirely unwilling to receive any benefit from the fund placed in my hands. They had taken the chances of a soldier's life, and were quite willing to abide by them. The terrible bumping which I had experienced while riding to camp, in the ambulance drawn by the " gaily mule," disinclined me for another ride. So, just at sun- set, my husband and I, with our boy and one or two friends, walked through the piny woods to the hotel, whence I returned next day to JS'ewnan. This was during the winter. Later, I made a second trip, this time to Macon, having been called upon to supply money to the family of an old soldier (deceased) who wanted to reach home. Wishing to investigate in person, I went to Macon. On the morning of my return, while passing through one of the hospitals, I met at the bedside of a Louisiana soldier a member of Fenner's Battery, John Augustin, of New Orleans. At the depot we met again, and the gentleman very kindly took charge of me. I was going to Newnan, he returning to camp. Delightful conversation beguiled the way. Among other subjects, poets and poetry were discussed. NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 133 I told him of Dr. Archer, and a beautiful "Ode to Hygeia" composed by him, parts of which I remerabered and repeated. Gradually I discovered that Mr. Augus- tin had an unfinished manuscript of his own with him, entitled "Doubt," and at last persuaded him to let me read it. Finding me interested, he yielded to my earnest request, — that he would send me all his poems in manuscript. In due time they came, and with them a dedication to myself, so gracefully conceived, so beauti- fully expressed, that I may be pardoned for inserting it here. " L'ENYOl. " TO MRS. FANNIE A. BEERS. " To you, though known but yesterday, I tmst These winged thoughts of mine. Be not, I pray, too critically just, Kather be mercy thine ! ** Nor think on reading my despairing rhymes That I am prone to sigh. Poets, like children, weep and laugh at times, "Without scarce knowing why ! *' Thoughts tend to heaven, mine are weak and faint. Please help them up for me ; The sick and wounded bless you as a saint, In this my patron be ; " And as the sun when shining it appears On dripping rain awhile, Make a bright rainbow of my fancy's tears With your condoling smile. "Kingston February 23, 1864." At the front, desultory fighting was always going on. Our army under General Johnston acting on the de- fensive, although retreating, contesting every step of the way, and from intrenched position, doing great 12 134 MEMORIES. damage to the enemy. As the spring fairly opened, our troops became more actively engaged. From the skirmishes came to us many wounded. In May, the battle of New Hope Church was fought. General John- ston, in his " Narrative," speaks of this as " the affair at New Hope." Judging from my own knowledge of the number of wounded who were sent to the rear, and the desperate character of their wounds, I should say it was a very terrible "affair." A great many officers were wounded and all our wards were full. There came to me some special friends from Tenner's Louisi- ana Battery, which was heavily engaged, losing several men and nearly all the horses. Lieutenant Wat. Tyler Cluverius, while standing on the top of the breast- works and turning towards his men to wave his sword, was shot through both shoulders, a very painful wound, but which the gallant young soldier made light of, pre- tending to be deeply mortified because " he had been shot in the hack.'" Although an exceptional soldier, he was a most troublesome patient, because his strong desire to return to his command made him restless and dissatisfied, greatly retarding his recovery. Indeed, he would not remain in bed or in his ward. A more splendid-looking officer I never saw. Better still, un- der his jacket of gray there beat a heart instinct with every virtue which belongs by nature to a Virginia gentleman. With the ladies of the "post" he became a prime favorite. So kind and attentive were they that I gave myself little thought concerning him. He was off and away in a wonderfully short time, for duty lay at the front and the strongest attractions could not out- weigh its claims. W. T. Yaudry, also of Fenner's Louisiana Battery, was by his own request sent to me. His wound was as pain- ful as any that can be imagined. He had been struck NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 135 full in the pit of the stomach by a spent ball, and was completely doubled up. He had been left on the field for dead, and for some time it was feared that fatal internal injuries had been received. From the nature of the wound, a full examination could not be made at first. Speedy relief was quite impossible. Even the loss of a limb or the most severe flesh-wound would have caused less intense agony. Courage and endurance equally distinguish the true soldier: the one distinction was his already, the other he now nobly won during days of exquisite torture. I little thought as I bent over him day after day, bathing the fevered brow, meet- ing with sorrowful sympathy the eyes dim with anguish, that in this suffering boy I beheld one of the future deliverers of an outraged and oppressed people. The officers' ward was delightfully situated on the corner of the main street. Its many windows commanded a pleasant view of a beautiful shaded square in the midst of which stood the brick court-house (now filled with sick, and pertaining to the Bragg Hospital). The win- dows on the side street gave a view far up the street, becoming a post of observation for the gallant young offi- cers within, who invariably arranged themselves here "/or inspection,'' at the usual hour for the ladies' promenade, looking as became interesting invalids, returning with becoming languor the glances of bright eyes in which shone the pity which we are told is " akin to love." Later these knights being permitted to join in the promenade, made the very most of their helplessness, enjojnng hugely the necessary ministrations so simply and kindly given. Among these officers were two whose condition excited my most profound sympathy as well as required special care. Both were exiles ; both badly wounded. One, indeed, bore a wound so terrible that even though I looked upon it every day, I could never behold it with- 136 MEMORIES. out a shudder. From a little above the knee to the toes the mechanism of the leg was entirely exposed, except upon the heel, which always rested in a suspensory bandage lifted above the level of the bed upon which he rested. Every particle of the flesh had sloughed off, and the leg began to heal not " by first intention" but by unhealthy granulations like excrescences. These had constantly to be removed, either by the use of nitric acid (I believe) or by the knife. As may be imagined, it was horribly painful, and there was no chloroform. Day after day I was sent for, and stood by, while this terrible thing was going on, wiping the sweat from the face that, though pale as death, never quivered. Save an occasional groan, deep and suppressed, there was no "fuss." Does it seem to you that this was exceptional, dear reader? Ah ! no ; in the wards outside, where lay hun- dreds of private soldiers, without the pride of rank to sustain them, only their simple, noble manhood, I daily witnessed such scenes. The courage and daring of our soldiers have won full appreciation from the whole world. Of their patient endurance, I was for four years a constant witness, and I declare that it was sub- lime beyond conception. I cannot remember the name of the heroic officer whose wound I have described. I remember, however, that Dr. Jackson treated it success- fully, and that in the desperate days, towards the close of the war, the wounded man was again at his post. I know not whether he fell in battle or if he still lives bearing that horrible scar. Captain Weller, of Louis- ville, Kentucky, was also an inmate of the same ward. My remembrance of him is that he also was badly wounded. I also recollect that he was a great favorite with his comrades in the ward, who spoke enthusiasti- cally of his " record." He was never gay like the others, but self-contained and reticent, and frequently grave NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 137 and sad, as became an exile from "the old Kentucky home." My cares were at this time of constant skir- mishing, greatly increased by anxiety for my husband. He had at the battle of New Hope Church, while carry- ing ammunition from the caisson to the gun, received a slight wound in the left foot, but did not consider it of suflScient importance to cause him to leave his com- mand. Later, however, he succumbed to dysentery, and after the battle of Jonesboro', although having served his gun to the last, he was utterly overcome, and fell by the road-side. The last ambulance picked him up, and he was sent to Newnan, as all supposed, to die. Had I not been in a position to give him every advantage and excellent nursing he must have died. Even with this, the disease was only arrested, not cured, and for years after the war still clung about him. Under Providence, his life was saved at that time. This one blessing seemed to me a full recompense for all I had hitherto encountered, and a thorough justification of vdy persist- ence in the course I marked out for myself at the be- ginning of the war. Various " affairs" continued to em- ploy the soldiers at the front ; in all of these our losses were com]paratively small. I never saw the soldiers in better spirits. There was little if any " shirking." As soon as — almost before — they were recovered they cheer- fully reported for duty. The "expediency" of John- ston's retreat was freely discussed. All seemed to feel that the enemy was being drawn away from his base of supplies into a strange country, where he would be trapped at last, and to feel sure that it was " all right." "Let old Joe alone, he knows what he is about," and on every hand expressions of strong affection and thorough confidence. The army was certainly far from being " demoralized," as General Hood must have discovered, when, immediately afterward, on the 22d of July, and 12* 138 MEMORIES. later at Franklin, they withstood so magnificently the shock of battle, and at the word of command burled themselves again and again against the enemy, rushing dauntlessly onward to meet overwhelming numbers and certain death. On the 18th of July, the news reached us that General Johnston had been relieved from com- mand, and that General Hood had succeeded him. I knew nothing of the relative merits of the two com- manders, and had no means of judging but by the effect upon the soldiers by whom I was then surrounded. The whole post seemed as if stricken by some terrible calam- ity. Convalescents walked about with lagging steps and gloomy faces. In every ward lay men who wept bitterly or groaned aloud or, covering their faces, re- fused to speak or eat. From that hour the buoyant, hopeful spirit seemed to die out. I do not think any- thing was ever the same again. For, when after the awful sacrifice of human life which followed the inaugu- ration of the new policy, the decimated army still were forced to retreat, the shadow of doom began to creep slowly upon the land. The anchor of my soul was my unbounded confidence in President Davis ; while he was at the helm I felt secure of ultimate success, and bore present ills and disappointments patiently, never doubti?ig. Meantime, disquieting rumors were flying about, rail- road communication was cut off here and there, and with it mail facilities. Of course the Confederate leaders were apprised of the movements of the Fed- erals, but at the hospital post we were constantly on the qui vive. Large numbers of convalescents were daily returning to the front, among them Lieutenant Cluve- rius, Mr. Yaudry, and Captain Weller. Eumors of the approach of the Federal forces under McCook had for da3'S disquieted our minds. The little town of Newnan and immediately surrounding country NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 139 was already full of refugees. Every day brought more. Besides, the presence of hundreds of sick and wounded, in the hospitals which had been established there, ren- dered the prospect of an advance of the enemy by no means a pleasant one. But, as far as the hospitals were concerned, the surgeons in charge must await orders from headquarters. As long as none were received, we felt comparatively safe. One night, however, a regiment of Eoddy's Confed- erate Cavalry quietly rode in, taking possession of the railroad depot at the foot of the hill, and otherwise mysteriously disposing of themselves in the same neighborhood. The following morning opened bright and lovely, bringing to the anxious watchers of the night before that sense of security which always comes with the light. All business was resumed as usual. I had finished my early rounds, fed my special cases, and was just entering the distributing-room to send breakfast to the wards, when a volley of musketry, quickly fol- lowed by another and another, startled the morning air. Quickly an excited crowd collected and rushed to the top of the hill commanding a view of the depot and rail- road track. I ran with the rest. ''TAe Yankees! the Yan- kees T was the cry. The firing continued for a few mo- ments, then ceased. When the smoke cleared away, our own troops could be seen drawn up on the railroad and on the depot platform. The hill on the opposite side seemed to swarm with Yankees. Evidently they had expected to surprise the town, but, finding themselves opposed by a force w^hose numbers they were unable to estimate, they hastily retreated up the hill. By that time a crowd of impetuous boys had armed themselves and were running down the hill on our side to join the Confederates. Few men followed (of the citizens), for those who were able had already joined the army. 140 MEMORIES. Those who remained were fully occupied in attending to the women and children. It was evident that the fight was only delayed. An attack might be expected at any moment. An exodus from the town at once began. Already refugees from all parts of the adjacent coun- try had begun to pour into and pass through, in endless procession and every conceivable and inconceivable style of conveyance, drawn by horses, mules, oxen, and even by a single steer or cow. Most of these were women and boys, though the faces of young children appeared here and there, — as it were, " thrown in" among the "plunder," — looking pitifully weary and frightened, yet not so heart-broken as the anxious women who knew not where their journey was to end. JSTor had they " where to lay their heads," some of them having left behind only the smoking ruins of a home, which, though "ever so lowly," was "the sweetest spot on earth" to them. McCook, by his unparalleled cruelty, had made his name a horror. The citizens simply stampeded, " nor stood upon the order of their going." There was no time for delibera- tion. They could not move goods or chattels, only a few articles of clothing; no room for trunks and boxes. Every carriage, wagon, and cart was loaded down with human freight; every saddle-horse was in demand. All the negroes from the hospital as well as those belonging to the citizens were removed at once to a safe distance. These poor creatures were as much frightened as any- body and as glad to get away. Droves of cattle and sheep were driven out on the run, lowing and bleating their indignant remonstrance. While the citizens were thus occupied, the surgeons in charge of hospitals were not less busy, though far more collected and methodical. Dr. McAllister, of the NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 141 "Buckner," and Dr. S. M. Bemiss, of the "Bragg," were both brave, cool, executive men. Their self-posses- sion, their firm, steady grasp of the reins of authority simplified matters greatly. Only those unable to bear arms were left in the wards. Convalescents would have resented and probably disobeyed an order to remain. Not only were they actuated by the brave spirit of Southern soldiers, but they preferred anything 'to re- maining to be captured, — better far death than the horrors of a N^orthern prison. So all quietly presented themselves, and, with assistant-surgeons, druggists, and hospital attendants, were armed, officered, and marched off to recruit the regiment before mentioned. The ladies, wives of officers, attendants, etc., were more difficult to manage, for dread of the " Yankees," com- bined with the pain of parting with their husbands or friends, who would soon go into battle, distracted them. Fabulous prices were offered for means of conveyance. As fast as one was procured it was filled and crowded. At last, all were sent off except one two-horse buggy, which Dr. McAllister had held for his wife and myself, and which was driven by his own negro boy, Sam. Meantime, I had visited all the wards, for some of the patients were very near death, and all were in a state of great and injurious excitement. I did not for a moment pretend to withstand their entreaties that I would remain with them, having already decided to do so. Their helplessness appealed so strongly to my sym- pathies that I found it impossible to resist. Besides, I had an idea and a hope that even in the event of the town being taken I might prevail with the enemy to ameliorate their condition as prisoners. So I promised, and quietly passed from ward to ward announcing my determination, trying to speak cheerfully. Excite- ment, so great that it produced outward calm, enabled 142 MEMORIES. me to resist the angry remonstrances of the surgeon and the tearful entreaties of Mrs. McAllister, who was nearly beside herself with apprehension. At last every- body was gone ; intense quiet succeeded the scene of confusion. I was alone^ — left in charge. A crushing sense of responsibility fell upon my heart. The alarm had been first given about eight o'clock in the morning. By thiee the same afternoon soldiers, citizens, all had disappeared. Only a few men who, by reason of wounds too re- cently healed or from other causes, were unable to march or to fight had been left to act as nurses. I sat down upon the steps of my office to think it over and to gather strength for all I had to do. On either side of me were two-story stores which had been converted into wards, where the sickest patients were generally placed, that I might have easy access to them. Suddenly, from one of the upper wards, I heard a hoarse cry, as if some one had essayed to give the rebel yell. Following it a confused murmur of voices. Running hastily up-stairs, I met at the door of the ward a ghastly figure, clad all in white (the hospital shirt and drawers), but with a military cap on his head. It was one of my fever patients who had been lying at death's door for days. The excitement of the morning having brought on an access of fever with delirium, he had arisen from his bed, put on his cap, and started, yelling, " to join the hoysT Weak as I had supposed him to be, his strength almost over-mastered my own. I could hardly prevent him from going down the stairs. The only man in the ward able to assist me at all was minus an arm and just recovering after amputation. I was afraid his wound might possibly begin to bleed, besides, I knew that any man's interference would ex- cite the patient still more. Relying upon the kindly, NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 143 chivalrous feeling which my presence always seemed to inspire in my patients, I promised to get his gun for him if he would go back and put on his clothes, and, placing my arm around the already tottering and sway- ing figure, by soothing and coaxing got him back to the bed. A sinking spell followed, from which he never rallied. In a lower ward another death occurred, due also to sudden excitement. Fearful of the eifect that a knowledge of this would have upon other patients, I resorted to deception, de- claring that the dead men were better and asleep, cover- ing them, excluding light from windows near them, and even pretending at intervals to administer medicines. And now came another trial, from which I shrank fearfully, but which must be borne. In the " wounded wards," and in tents outside where men having gangrene were isolated, horrible sights awaited me, — sights which I trembled to look upon, — fearful wounds which had, so far, been attended to only by the surgeons. These wounds were now dry, and the men were groan- ing with pain. Minute directions having been left with me, I must nerve myself to uncover the dreadful places, wash them, and apply fresh cloths. In the cases of gan- grene, poultices of yeast and charcoal, or some other preparation left by the surgeons. Entering Ward JSTo. 3, where there were many badly- wounded men, I began my work upon a boy of perhaps nineteen years, belonging to a North Carolina regiment, who had one-half of his face shot away. My readers may imagine the dreadful character of the wounds in this ward, when I relate that a day or two after a terrible battle at the front, w^hen dozens of wounded were brought in, so badly were they mangled and so busy were the surgeons, that I was permitted to 144 MEMORIES. dress this boy's face unaided. Then it was bad enough, but neither so unsightly nor so jiainful as now that in- flammation had supervened. The poor boy tried not to flinch. His one bright eye looked gratefully up at me. After I had finished, he wrote upon the paper which was always at his hand, "You didn't hurt me like them doctors. Don't let the Yankees get me, I want to have another chance at them when I get well." Having succeeded so well, I " took heart of grace," and felt little trepidation afterward. But — oh ! the horror of it. An Arkansas soldier lay gasping out his life, a piece of shell having carried away a large portion of his breast, leaving the lungs exposed to view. No hope, save to alleviate his pain by applying cloths wet with cold water. Another, from Tennessee, had lost a part of his thigh, — and so on. The amputations were my greatest dread, lest I might displace bandages and set an artery bleed- ing. So I dared not remove the cloths, but used an instrument invented by one of our surgeons, as may be imagined, of primitive construction, but which, wet- ting the tender wounds gradually by a sort of spray, gave great relief. Of course, fresh cloths were a constant necessity for suppurating wounds, but for those nearly healed, or simply inflamed, the spray was invaluable. The tents were the last visited, and by the time I had finished the rounds, it was time to make some arrange- ments for the patients' supper, for wounded men are always hungry. I remember gratefully to this day the comfort and moral support I received during this trying ordeal from a South Carolina soldier, who even then knew that his own hours were numbered, and was looking death in the face with a calm resignation and courage which was simply sublime. He had been shot in the spine, and from the waist down was completely paralyzed. After NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 145 he had been wounded, some one unintentionally having laid him down too near a fire, his feet were burned in a shocking manner. He was one of the handsomest men I ever saw, and, even in his present condition, of com- manding presence and of unusual intelligence. I strive in vain to recall his name, but memory in this as in many other cases of patients to whom I was particularly at- tracted will present their faces only. Calling me to his bedside he spoke kindly and cheerfully, praising my efforts, encouraging me to go on, drawing upon his store of general knowledge for expedients to meet the most trying cases. Everything that Dr. McAllister did was well and completely done. He was kind-hearted, generous, ready to do or sacrifice anything for the real good of his patients ; but his rules once laid down became immuta- ble laws, not to be transgressed by any. His constant supervision and enforcement of rules affected every de- partment of the hospital. In my own, I had only to report a dereliction of duty, and the fate of the culprit was sealed. If a woman, I had orders to discharge her; if a man, the next train bore him to his regiment or to the office of the medical director, upon whose tender mercies no wrong-doer could rely. Consequently, I had only to go to my well-ordered kitchen to find ready the food which it had been my first care to have prepared in view of the (as I hoped) temporary absence of the cooks. The departing men had all taken marching rations with them, but there was still plenty of food on hand. A bakery was at- tached to the Buckner. We also owned several cows. In the bakery was plenty of corn-bread and some loaves of flour-bread, although flour was even then becoming scarce. The cows, with full udders, stood lowing at the bars G ^ 13 146 MEMORIES. of the pen. Among the doubts and fears that had as- sailed me, the idea that I might have trouble with these cows never occurred to my mind. During my child- hood my mother had owned several. I had often seen them milked. One had only to seize the teats firmly, pull quietly downward, and two streams of rich milk would follow. Oh, yes! I could do that easily. But when I arrived at the pen, a tin bucket in one hand, a milking-stool in the other, and letting down the bars, crept inside, the cows eyed me with evident distrust and even shook their horns in a menacing manner which quite alarmed me.. However, I marched up to the one which appeared the mildest-looking, and sitting down by her side, seized two of the teats, fully expect- ing to hear the musical sound of two white streamlets as they fell upon the bottom of the tin bucket. Not a drop could I get. My caressing words and gentle re- monstrances had not the slightest effect. If it is possi- ble for an animal to feel and show contempt, it was revealed in the gaze that cow cast upon me as she turned her head to observe my manoeuvres. I had heard that some cows have a bad habit of holding back their milk. Perhaps this was one of them. I would try another. Eemoving the stool to the side of another meek-looking animal, I essayed to milk her. But she switched her tail in my face, lifting a menacing, hor- rid hoof. "/S'oA, bossy!" cried I. "Pretty, pretty cow that makes pleasant milk to soak my bread." In an- other moment I was seated flat upon the ground, while my pretty, pretty cow capered wildly among the rest, so agitating them that, thinking discretion the better part of valor, I hastily climbed over the fence at the point nearest to me and returned to the kitchen. What should I do now ? Perhaps one of the decrepit nurses left in the ward knew how to milk. But no. NEWNAN, GEORGIA. U7 they did not, except one poor, limping rheumatic who could only use one hand. Just then a feeble-looking patient from the Bragg Hospital came tottering along. He also knew how to milk, and they both volunteered to tr}'. Much to my surprise and delight, the cows now behaved beautifully, perhaps owing to the fact that, obeying the injunctions of my two recruits, I provided each with a bundle of fodder to distract their attention during the milking process. There was more milk than I could possibly use, as nearly all the convalescents were absent. So I set several pans of it away, little thinking how soon it would be needed. By the time all had been fed, I felt very weary ; but it was midnight before I found a minute's time to rest. I had made frequent rounds through all the buildings of the hospital, each time finding some one who had need of me. At last, wearied out by the excitement of the day, the sick grew quiet and inclined to sleep. Ee- leased for a time, I sat down on the steps of my office to think and to listen : for I did not know anything of the whereabouts of the enemy. The town might have been surrendered. At any moment the Federal soldiers might appear. Just then, however, the streets were utterly deserted. The stillness was oppressive. If I could only discover a friendly light in one of these deserted dwellings. Oh, for the sound of a kindly voice, the sight of a familiar face ! Doubtless there may have been some who had re- mained to protect their household gods, but they were women, and remained closely within doors. Melancholy thoughts oppressed me. Through gather- ing tears I gazed at the pale moon, whose light seemed faded and wan. There came to me memories of the long-ago, when I had strayed among the orange-groves of my own dear home under a moonhght far more radi- 148 MEMORIES. ant, happy in loved companionship, listening with de- light to the voices of the night, which murmured only of love and joy and hope, inhaling the perfume of a thousand flowers. To-night, as the south wind swept by in fitful gusts, it seemed to bear to my ears the sound of sorrow and mourning from homes and shrines where hope lay dead amid the ruined idols cast down and broken by that stern iconoclast — War. As I sat thus, buried in thought, a distant sound broke the silence, sending a thrill of terror to my heart. It was the tramp of many horses rapidly approaching. "Alas ! alas ! the enemy had come upon us from the rear. Our brave defenders were surrounded and their retreat cut ofP." I knew not what to expect, but anxiety for my patients banished fear. Seizing a light-wood torch, I ran up the road, hoping to interview the oflScers at the head of the column and to intercede for my sick, perhaps to prevent intrusion into the wards. To my almost wild delight, the torch-light revealed the dear old gray uniforms. It was a portion of Wheeler's Cavalry sent to reinforce Eoddy, whose meagre forces, aided by the volunteers from [N'ewnan, had held the Federals in check until now, but were anxiously expecting this reinforcement. The men had ridden far and fast. They now came to a halt in front of the hospital, but had not time to dis- mount, hungry and thirsty though they were. The regimental servants, however, came in search of water with dozens of canteens hung around them, rattling in such a manner as to show that they were quite empty. For the next half- hour, I believe, I had almost the strength of Samson. Eushing to the bakery, I loaded baskets with bread and handed them up to the soldier- boys to be passed along until emptied. I then poured all the milk I had into a large bucket, added a dipper, NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 149 and, threading in and out among the horses, ladled out dipperfuls until it was all gone. I then distributed about four buckets of water in the same way. My ex- citement was so great that not a sensation of fear or of fatigue assailed me. Horses to the right of me, horses to the left of me, horses in front of me, snorted and pawed ; but God gave strength and courage : I was not afraid. A comparatively small number had been supplied, when a courier from Roddy's command rode up to hasten the reinforcements. At once the whole column was put in motion. As the last rider disappeared, and the tramp- ing of the horses died away in the distance, a sense of weariness and exhaustion so overpowered me that I could have slept where I stood. So thorough was my confidence in the brave men who were sure to repel the invaders that all sense of danger passed away. My own sleeping-room was in a house situated at the foot of the hill. I could have gone there and slept securely, but dared not leave my charges. Sinking upon the rough lounge in my office, intending only to rest, I fell fast asleep. I was awakened by one of the nurses, who had come to say that I was needed by a patient whom he believed to be dying, and who lay in a ward on the other side of the square. As we passed out into the street, another beautiful morning was dawning. Upon entering Ward Ko. 9, we* found most of the patients asleep. But in one cor- ner, between two windows which let in the fast-increas- ing light, lay an elderly man, calmly breathing his life away. The morning breeze stirred the thin gray hair upon his hollow temples, rustling the leaves of the Bible which lay upon his pillow. Stooping over him to feel the fluttering pulse, and to wipe the clammy sweat from brow and hands, I saw that he was indeed 150 MEMORIES. dying, a victim of that dreadful scourge that decimated the ranks of the Confederate armies more surely than many battles, — dysentery, — which, if not cured in the earlier stages, resulted too surely, as now, in consump- tion of the bowels. He was a Kentuckian, cut off from home and friends, and dying among strangers. An almost imperceptible glance indicated that he wished me to take up his Bible. The fast-stiffening lips whispered, " Beady I read to him the Fourteenth Chapter of St. John, stopping fre- quently to note if the faint breathing yet continued. Each time he would move the cold fingers in a way that evidently meant ^^ go on.'' After I had finished the read- ing, he whispered, so faintly that I could just catch the words, " Bock of Ages,'' and I softly sang the beautiful hymn. Two years before I could not have done this so calmly. At first every death among my patients seemed to me like a personal bereavement. Trying to read or to sing by the bedsides of the dying, uncontrollable tears and sobs would choke my voice. As I looked my last upon dead faces, I would turn away shuddering and sobbing, for a time unfit for duty. Now, my voice did not once fail or falter. Calmly I watched the dying patient, and saw (as I had seen a hundred times before) the gray shadow of death steal over the shrunken face, to be replaced at the last by a light so beautiful that I could well believe it came shining through " the gates ajar." It was sunrise when I again emerged fronf Ward No. 9. Hastening to my room, I quickly bathed and re- dressed, returning to my oflSce in half an hour, refreshed and ready for duty. The necessity for breakfast sufficient to feed the hungry patients recalled to me the improvidence of my action in giving away so much bread the night before. It had NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 151 gone a very little way toward supplying the needs of so large a body of soldiers, and now my own needed it. There was no quartermaster, no one to issue fresh rations. Again I had the cows milked, gathered up all the corn-bread that was left, with some hard-tack, and with the aid of the few decrepit nurses before men- tioned made a fire, and warmed up the soup and soup- meat which had been prepared for the convalescent table the day before, but was not consumed. My patients, comprehending the situation, made the best of it. But the distribution was a tedious business, as many of the patients had to be fed by myself. I had hardly begun when some of the men declared they " heard guns." I could not then detect the sound, but soon it grew louder and more sustained, and then we k7iew a battle was in progress. For hours the fight went on. We awaited the result in painful suspense. At last the ambulances came in, bringing some of the surgeons and some wounded men, returning immediately for others. At the same time the hospital steward with his attendants and several of our nurses arrived, also the linen-master, the chief cook, and the baker. With them came orders to prepare wards for a large number of wounded, both Confederate and Federal. Presently a cloud of dust appeared up the road, and a detail of Con- federate cavalry rode into town, bringing eight hundred Federal prisoners, who were consigned to a large cotton warehouse, situated almost midway between the hospital and the railroad depot. My terrible anxiety, suspense, and heavy responsi- bility was now at an end, but days and nights of nurs- ing lay before all who were connected with either the Buckner or Bragg Hospitals. Additional buildings were at once seized and converted into wards for the recep- tion of the wounded of both armies. The hospital 152 MEMORIES. attendants, though weary, hungry, and some of them terribly dirty from the combined effect of perspiration, dust, and gunpowder, at once resumed their duties. The quartermaster reopened his office, requisitions were made and filled, and the work of the different depart- ments was once more put in regular operation. I was busy in one of the wards, when a messenger drove up, and a note was handed me from Dr. McAllis- ter, — " Some of our men too badly wounded to be moved right away. Come out at once. Bring cordials and brandy, — soup, if you have it, — also fill the enclosed requisition at the drug-store. Lose no time." The battle-field was not three miles away. I was soon tearing along the road at breakneck speed. At an improvised field-hospital I met the doctor, who vainly tried to prepare me for the horrid spectacle I was about to witness. From the hospital-tent distressing groans and screams came forth. The surgeons, both Confederate and Fed- eral, were busy, with coats off, sleeves rolled up, shirt- fronts and hands bloody. But our work lay not here. Dr. McAllister silently handed me two canteens of water, which I threw over my shoulder, receiving also a bottle of peach brandy. We then turned into a ploughed field, thickly strewn with men and horses, many stone dead, some struggling in the agonies of death. The plaintive cries and awful struggles of the horses first impressed me. They were shot in every conceivable manner, showing shattered heads, broken and bleeding limbs, and protruding entrails. They would not yield quietly to death, but continually raised their heads or struggled half-way to their feet, uttering cries of pain, while their distorted eyes seemed to reveal their suffering and implore relief. I saw a soldier shoot NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 153 one of these poor animals, and felt truly glad to know that his agony was at an end. The dead lay around us on every side, singly and in groups and piles; men and horses, in some cases, ap- parently inextricably mingled. Some lay as if peace- fully sleeping ; others, with open eyes, seemed to glare at any who bent above them. Two men lay as they had died, the " Blue" and the " G-ray," clasped in a fierce embrace. What had passed between them could never be known ; but one was shot in the head, the throat of the other was partly torn away. It was awful to feel the conviction that unquenched hatred had embittered the last moments of each. They seemed mere youths, and I thought sadly of the mothers, whose hearts would throb with equal anguish in a Northern and a Southern home. In a corner of the field, supported by a pile of broken fence-rails, a soldier sat apparently beckoning to us. On approaching him we discovered that he was quite dead, although he sat upright, with open eyes and extended arm. Several badly wounded men had been laid under the shade of some bushes a little farther on ; our mission la}^ here. The portion of the field we crossed to reach this spot was in many places slippery with blood. The edge of my dress was red, my feet were wet with it. As we drew near the suffering men, piteous glances met our own. "Water! water!" was the cry. Dr. McAllister had previously discovered in one of these the son of an old friend, and although he was ap- parently wounded unto death, he hoped, when the am- bulances returned with the stretchers sent for, to move him into town to the hospital. He now proceeded with the aid of the instruments, bandages, lint, etc., I had brought to prepare him for removal. Meantime, taking from my pocket a small feeding-cup, which I always 154 MEMORIES. carried for use in the wards, I mixed some brandy and water, and, kneeling by one of the poor fellows who seemed worse than the others, tried to raise his head. But he was already dying. As soon as he was moved the blood ran in a little stream from his mouth. Wip- ing it off, I put the cup to his lips, but he could not swallow, and reluctantly I left him to die. He wore the blue uniform and stripes of a Federal sergeant of cavalry, and had a German face. The next seemed anxious for water, and drank eagerly. This one, a man of middle age, was later transferred to our wards, but died from blood-poisoning. He was badly wounded in the side. A third could only talk with his large, sad eyes, but made me clearly understand his desire for water. As I passed my arm under his head the red blood saturated my sleeve and spread in a moment over a part of my dress. So we went on, giving water, brandy? or soup; sometimes successful in reviving the patient, sometimes able only to whisper a few words of comfort to the dying. There were many more left, and Dr. McAllister never for a moment intermitted his efforts to save them. Later came more help, surgeons, and at- tendants with stretchers, etc. Soon all were moved who could bear it. Duty now recalled me to my patients at the hos- pital. My hands and dress and feet were bloody, and I felt sick with horror. As I was recrossing the battle-field accompanied by Dr. Welford, of Virginia, the same terrible scenes were presented to the view. The ground was littered with the accoutrements of soldiers, — carbines, pistols, can- teens, haversacks, etc. Two cannon lay overturned, near one of which lay a dead Federal soldier still grasp- ing the rammer. Beneath the still struggling horses lay NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 155 human forms just as they had fallen. Probably they had been dead ere they reached the ground, but I felt a shud- dering dread lest perhaps some lingering spark of life had been crushed out by the rolling animals. We had nearly reached the road when our attention was arrested by stifled cries and groans proceeding from a little log cabin which had been nearly demolished dur- ing the fight. Entering, we found it empty, but still the piteous cries continued. Soon the doctor discovered a pair of human legs hanging down the chimney, but with all his pulling could not dislodge the man, who was fast wedged and only cried out the louder. " Stop your infernal noise," said the doctor, " and try to help yourself while I pull." By this time others had entered the cabin, and their united effort at length suc- ceeded in dislodging from the chimney, — not a negro, but a white man, whose blue eyes, glassy with terror, shone through the soot which had begrimed his face. He had climbed up the chimney to escape the storm of shot, and had so wedged himself in that to release himself unaided was impossible. Irrepressible laughter greeted his appearance, and I — I am bitterly ashamed to say — fell into a fit of most violent hysterical laughter and weep- ing. Dr. Welford hurried me into the buggy, which was. near at hand, and drove rapidly to town, refusing to stop at the hospital, landing me at my room, where some ladies who came from I know not where kindly helped me to bed. Under the influence of a sedative I soon fell into a deep sleep, awakening at daylight to find my own servant (who had returned with other negroes during the night) standing at my bedside. The surgeons had sent a little of the precious real coffee, of which there was only one sack left. Upon awakening, I was to be at once served with a cup. A warm bath followed. By six o'clock I was once more at the hospital, ready for 156 MEMORIES. duty, after two days and nights, during which, it seemed to me, I had lived for years. Even at this early hour, Buckner hospital presented a scene of great activity. Some of the surgeons had re- mained all night on duty, and were still busy; while others, having snatched a few hours of sleep, were now preparing for their trying work. In almost every ward lay a few wounded Federals, but, all the spare beds having been filled, a long, low, brick building, on the corner opposite the drug-store, once used as a cotton-pickery, was fitted up as comfort- ably as the limited hospital-supplies at our command would allow for the Federals exclusively, and they were permitted to have the attendance of their own surgeons, although ours always responded readily, if needed. These Federal surgeons appeared to me to be very indifferent to the comfort of their patients, and to avoid all unnecessary trouble. They were tardy in beginning their work the morning after the battle, and, when they were ready, coolly sent in requisitions for chloro- form, which, having been (contrary to the dictates of humanity and to the customs of civilized nations) long since declared by their government "contraband of war," was almost unattainable, and used by our Con- federate surgeons only in extreme cases. In all minor, and in some severe, operations the surgeons relied upon the manly fortitude of the patients, and, God bless our brave boys, they bore this cruel test with a courage fully as worthy to be recorded as the most brilliant action on the battle-field. On the morning in question, as I made my early rounds, there met me everywhere ghastly reminders of the battle, — men shot and disfigured in every con- ceivable manner. Many, fresh from the hands of the surgeons, exhausted by suffering, looked as if already NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 157 Death had claimed them for his own. Attendants were constantly bearing into different wards fresh victims from the operating-rooms, where the bloody work would still go on for hours. These must have imme- diate attention, — must be closely watched and strongly nourished. This was my blessed privilege ; and, thanks to the humane and excellent policy adopted by G'eneral Johnston, and continued by G-eneral Hood, — both of whom looked well to the ways of quartermasters and commissaries, — the means to provide for the sick and wounded were always at hand, — at least, up to the time of which I write. Some of my favorite patients, whom, previous to this battle, I had nursed into convalescence, w^ere now thrown back upon beds of pain. In one corner I found a boy whom I had nursed and fed through days and nights of suffering from typhoid fever. His name was Willie Hutson, and he belonged to the Mississippi Regiment. Two days ago he had been as bright as a lark, and pleading to be sent to the front. 'Now he lay, shot through the breast, so near death that he did not know me. As I bent over him with tearful eyes, a hand placed upon my arm caused me to turn. There stood Dr. Gore, his kind face full of sympathy, but greatly troubled, at his side a Federal surgeon in full uniform. Dr. Gore said, " This is one of my old chums, and " But I cried out, "Oh, doctor! I cannot, — look" (indicating with my hand first Willie, then the entire ward) ! Passing swiftly out, I fled to my office and locked myself in, shedding hot tears of indignation. The dreadful work of the invaders had been before my eyes all the morning. I felt as if I could have nothing to do with them, and did not wish to see one of them again. They had not only murdered my poor boy Willie, but dozens of dearer friends. They were even 14 158 MEMORIES. now running riot in the home I loved. They were in- vaders I I could not meet them, — could not nurse them. It is painful thus to reveal the thoughts of my wicked, unchristian heart; but thus I reasoned and felt just then. After a while a note from Dr. Gore was handed me. He said (in substance), " I know how bitterly you feel, but pray for strength to cast out evil spirits from your heart. Forget that the suffering men, thrown upon our kindness and forbearance, are Yankees. Kemember only that they are Grod's creatures and helpless prisoners. They need you. Think the matter over, and do not disappoint me. Gore." I do not believe that ever before or since have I fought so hard a battle. God helping me, I decided to do right. The short, sharp contest ended — I acted at once. On my way to the Federal wards, I met more than one hospital-attendant carrying off a bloody leg or arm to bury it. I felt then, and saw no reason to alter my opinion afterwards, that some of their surgeons were far rougher and less merciful than ours ; and I do not be- lieve they ever gave the poor, shattered fellows the benefit of a doubt. It was easier to amputate than to attend a tedious, troublesome recovery. So, off went legs and arms by the wholesale. I had not been five minutes in the low, brick ward, where lay the most dangerously wounded Federals, when all animosity vanished and my woman's heart melted within me. These were strangers and unwelcome, but far from home and friends, suffering, dying. The surgeon said to me, " Madam, one-half the attention you give to your own men will save life here." The patients were all badly, many fatally, wounded. NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 159 They were silent, repellent, and evidently expectant of insult and abuse, but after a while received food and drink from my hands pleasantly, and I tried to be faith- ful in my ministrations. I believe that most of the soldiers in this ward were from Iowa and Indiana. One I remember particularly, a captain of cavalry, who was shot through the throat and had to receive nourishment by means of a rubber tube inserted for the purpose. A young man in a blue and yellow uniform— an aide or orderly— remained at his side day and night until he died. His eyes spoke to me eloquently of his gratitude, and once he wrote on a scrap of paper, " God bless you," and handed it to me. He lived about five days. The mortality was very considerable in this ward. I grew to feel a deep interest in the poor fellows, and treasured last words or little mementoes as faithfully for their distant loved ones as I had always done for Confederates. Among the personal belongings taken from me by raiders at Macon, Georgia, was a large chest, full of articles of this kind, which I intended to return to the friends of the owners whenever the opportunity offered. In another ward were several renegade Kentuckians, who constantly excited my ire by noting and ridiculing deficiencies, calling my own dear boys " Old Jeff's raga- muffins," etc. One day Dr. Gore happened to be visit- ing this ward when these men began their usual teasing. Something caused me to eulogize Dr. Gore and all the Kentuckians who had sacrificed so much for "The Cause." One of these fellows then said, " Well, I'm a Kentuckian too, what have you got to say about meT I replied, " 1 think you hold about the same relation to the true sons of Kentucky that Judas Iscariot bore to 160 MEMORIES. the beloved disciple who lay upon the bosom of- our Saviour." Then walked out of the ward. It was rather a spiteful repartee, I must confess, but was provoked by many ill-natured remarks previously made by this renegade, and had the good effect of put- ting an end to them. We were comparatively safe once more, — for how long no one knew. I now became very anxious about the men in the trenches at Atlanta who were lying day after day, always under fire. Suffering from insufficient food, exposed to the scorching sun or equally pitiless rain, sometimes actually knee-deej) in water for days. Tha bombardment was heavy and incessant, ceasing only for a while at sunset, when carts were hastily loaded with musty meat and poor corn-bread, driven out to the trenches, and the rations dumped there. Many of my friends were lying in these trenches, among them my husband. In addition to other ills, the defenders of Atlanta were in instant danger of death from shot or shell. I could not bear it. The desire to see my husband once more, and to carry some relief in the shape of pro- visions to himself and his comrades could not be quelled. Many things stood in the way of its accomplishment, for, upon giving a hint of my project to my friends at New- nan, a storm of protest broke upon my devoted head. Not one bade me God-speed, everybody declared I was crazy. " A woman to go to Atlanta under such circum- stances ; how utterly absurd, how mad." So I was obliged to resort to deception and subterfuge. My first step was to request leave of absence, that I might forage for pro- visions to be sent to the front by the first opportunity. Dr. McAllister very kindly accorded me his per- mission, placing at my disposal an ambulance and a driver, advising me, however, not to follow the main road or the beaten track which had already been drained NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 161 by foragers, but to go deep into the piny woods. Said he, "Only one of our foragers has ever been through that region, and his reports were not very encouraging. The people want to keep all they have got for home- consumption, and greatly distrust ' hospital people,' but if success is possible, you will succeed." In anticipa- tion, this ride into deep, odorous pine woods seemed de- lightful. When the ambulance with its "captured" mule drove up before my door, I gayly climbed into it, and, waving merry adieux to half-disapproving friends (among them Dr. Hughes, with his distressed face, and Diogenes, who looked daggers at me), set off in high glee. The ride along the pleasant road was lovely; early birds sung sweetly ] the dew, yet undisturbed, glistened everywhere, the morning breeze blew freshly in my face. As the sun began to assert his power, I became eager to penetrate into the shady woods, and at last, spying a grand aisle in " JS'ature's temple," bade the driver enter it. For a while the result was most enjoyable. The spicy aroma of the pines, the brilliant vines climbing everywhere, the multitude of woodland blossoms blooming in such quantities and variety as I had never imagined, charmed my senses, and elevated my spirit. Among these peaceful shades one might almost forget the horror and carnage which desolated the land. The driver was versed in wood-craft, and called my attention to many beauties which would have otherwise escaped me. But soon his whole attention was required to guide the restive mule through a laby- rinth of stumps and ruts and horrible muddy holes, which he called " hog wallows ;" my own endeavors were addressed to " holding on," and devising means to ease the horrible joltings which racked me from head to foot. After riding about two miles we came to a small clear- ing, and were informed that the road for ten miles was I 14* 162 MEMORIES. " tolerbal clar" and pretty thickly settled. So after par- taking of an early country dinner, also obtaining a small amount of eggs, chickens, etc., at exorbitant prices, we resumed our ride. That expedition will never be for- gotten by me. At its close, I felt that my powers of diplomacy were quite equal to any emergency. Oh, the sullen, sour-looking women that I sweetly smiled upon, and flattered into good humor, praising their homes, the cloth upon the loom, the truck-patch (often a mass of weeds), the tow-headed babies (whom I caressed and admired), never hinting at my object until the inno- cent victims offered of their own accord to " show me round." At the spring-house I praised the new country butter, which " looked so very good that I must have a pound or two," and then skilfully leading the conver- sation to the subject of chickens and eggs, carelessly displaying a few crisp Confederate bills, I at least be- came the happy possessor of a few dozens of eggs and a chicken or two, at a price which only their destination reconciled me to. At one house, approached by a road so tortuous and full of stumps that we were some time before reaching it, I distinctly heard a dreadful squawking among the fowls, but when we arrived at the gate, not one was to be seen, and the mistress declared she hadn't a " one : hadn't saw a chicken for a coon's age." Pleading excessive fatigue, I begged the privilege of resting within the cabin. An apparently unwilling assent was given. In I walked, and, occupying one of those splint chairs which so irresistibly invite one to commit a breach of good manners by " tipping back," I sat in the door-way, comfortably swaying backward and forward. Ever}^ once in a while the faces of chil- dren, either black or white, would peer at me round the corner of the house, then the sound of scampering I NEWNAN, GEORGIA, 163 bare feet would betray their sudden flight. Suddenly I caught sight of a pair of bare, black feet protruding from under the bed. Presently an unmistakable squawk arose, instantly smothered, but followed by a fluttering of wings and a chorus of squawks. So upset was the lady of the house that she involuntarily called out, "Ybw Isrul!'' "Ma'am," came in a frightened voice from under the bed, then in whining tones, " I dun try to mek 'em hush up, but 'pears like Mass Debbel be on dey side, anyhow." Further concealment being impossible, I said, " Come, you have the chickens ready caught, I'll give you your own price for them." She hesitated — and was lost, for producing from my pocket a small package of snufl^, to which temptation she at once succumbed, I obtained in exchange six flne, fat chickens. As I was leaving she said, in an apologetic tone, "Well, I declah, I never knowed you was going to light, or I wouldn't have done sich a fool-trick." Stopping at every house, meeting with varied success, we at last, just at night, arrived at a farm-house more orderly than any we had passed, where I was glad to discover the familiar face of an old lady who had some- times brought buttermilk and eggs to the sick. At once recognizing me, she appeared delighted, and insisted upon my " lighting" and having my team put up until morning. This I was glad to do, for it was quite out of the question to start on my homeward journey that night. Greatly I enjoyed the hospitality so ungrudg- ingly given, the appetizing supper, the state bed in the best room, with its " sunrise" quilt of patch-work. Here was a Confederate household. The son was a soldier. His wife and his little children were living " with ma" at the old homestead. The evening was spent in talk- ing of the late battle. Here these women were, living 164 MEMORIES. in the depths of the woods, consumed with anxiety, seldom hearing any news, yet quietly performing the monotonous round of duty with a patience which would have added lustre to the crown of a saint. I talked until (wonderful to relate) my tongue was tired: my audience being the old, white-haired father, the mother, the wife, and the eager children, who were shy at first, but by degrees nestled closer, with bright eyes from which sleep seemed banished forever. The next morning when, after a substantial breakfast, I was once more ready to start, every member of the family made some addition to my stores, notably, a few pounds of really good country butter. This was always highly prized by the soldiers. As a general thing, when the cows were fed upon cotton-seed the butter was white and " waxy," this was yellow and firm. The oldest girl brought me a pair of socks she had herself knitted; one of the little boys, six eggs laid by his own " dominiker," which he pointed out to me as she stalked about the yard proud of her mottled feathers and rosy comb. Even the baby came toddling to the door saying, "Heah, heah," and holding out a snowy little kitten. The old gentleman, mounting his horse, offered to "ride a piece" with us. Thanks to his representations to the neigh- bors, I was able in a short time to turn my face home- wards, having gathered an excellent supply of chickens, eggs, hams, home-made cordials, peach and apple brandy, and a few pairs of socks. The old farmer also showed us a way by which we could avoid a repetition of the tortures of yesterday, and rode beside the ambulance to the main road. I remember well how he looked, as he sat upon his old white mule, waiting to see the last of us. His hat, pushed back, showed a few locks of silvery hair; his coarse clothes and heavy, home-made boots were worn in a manner that betrayed the Southern gentleman. NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 165 The parting smile, still lingering upon his kindly face, could not conceal the "furrows of care," which had deepened with every year of the war. But, alas! I cannot recall his name, although I then thought I could never forget it. Upon arriving at Xewnan, I lost no time in preparing my boxes for the front. Everything was cooked ; even the eggs were hard-boiled. There was sufficient to fill two large boxes. Having packed and shipped to the depot my treasures, I prepared for the final step with- out hesitation, although not without some doubt as to success in eluding the vigilance of my friends. An- nouncing my determination to see the boxes off, I — ac- companied by my maid — walked down to the depot just before train-time. There was only one rickety old pas- senger-car attached to the train. This, as well as a long succession of box- and cattle-cars, were crowded with troops, — reinforcements to Atlanta. Taking advantage of the crowd, I, with Tempe, quietly stepped on board, escaping discovery until just as the train was leav- ing, when in rushed Dr. McAllister, who peremptorily ordered me off; but, being compelled to jump off himself, failed to arrest my departure. I was in high spirits. On the train were many soldiers whom I had nursed, and who cared for my comfort in every way possible under the circumstances. I was the only lady on the train, so they were thoughtful enough to stow them- selves in the crowded boxes behind, that I might not be embarrassed by a large number in the passenger- car. At last, as we approached Atlanta, I heard the continuous and terrific noise of the bombardment. The whistle of the engine was a signal to the enemy, who at once began to shell the depot. I did not realize the danger yet, but just as the train " slowed up" heard a shrieking sound, and saw the soldiers begin to dodge. 166 MEMORIES. Before I could think twice, an awful explosion followed ; the windows were all shivered, and the earth seemed to me to be thrown in cart-loads into the car. Tempe screamed loudly, and then began to pray. I was par- alyzed with extreme terror, and could not scream. Be- fore I could speak, another shell exploded overhead, tearing off the corner of a brick store, causing again a deafening racket. As we glided into the station, I felt safer; but soon found out that every one around me had business to attend to, and that I must rely upon myself. The shells still shrieked and exploded ; the more treacherous and dangerous solid shot continually de- molished objects within our sight. For a few hours I was so utterly demoralized that my only thought was how to escape. It seemed to me impossible that any body of soldiers could voluntarily expose themselves to such horrible danger. I thought if I had been a soldier I must have deserted from my first battle-field. But at last I grew calmer; my courage returned, and, urged by the necessity of finding shelter, I ventured out. iSTot a place could I find. The houses were closed and deserted, in many cases partly demolished by shot or shell, or, having taken fire, charred, smoking, and burnt to the ground. All day frightened women and children cowered and trembled and hungered and thirsted in their under- ground places of refuge while the earth above them shook with constant explosions. After a while I grew quite bold, and decided to stow myself and my boxes in the lower part of a house not far from the depot. The upper story had been torn off by shells. I could look through large holes in the ceiling up to the blue sky. The next move was to find means of notifying my husband and his friends of my arrival. I crept along 167 the streets back to the depot, Tempe creeping by my side, holding fast to my dress. Then I found an officer just going out to the trenches, and sent by him a pen- cilled note to Lieutenant Cluverius, thinking an officer would be likely to receive a communication, when a private might not. Soon after sunset, my husband joined me, and soon after many friends. They were all ragged, mud-stained, and altogether unlovely, but seemed to me most desirable and welcome visitors. One of my boxes being opened, I proceeded to do the honors. My guests having eaten very heartily, filled their haversacks, and, putting " a sup'' in their canteens, returned to camp to send out a fresh squad. The next that came brought in extra haversacks and canteens " for some of the boys who couldn't get off," and these also were provided for. With the last squad my husband was compelled to go baclv to camp, as just then military rules were severe, and very strictly enforced. I passed the night in an old, broken arm-chair, Tempe lying at my feet, and slept so soundly that I heard not a sound of shot or shell. Yery early next morning, however, we were awakened by a terrible explosion near us, and directly afterwards heard that within a hundred yards of our place of refuge a shell had exploded, tearing away the upper part of a house, killing a man and his three children, who were sleeping in one of the rooms. This made me very uneasy, and increased Tempe's terror to such an extent that she became almost unmanageable. During the next day I actually became accustomed to the noise and danger, and " with a heart for any fate" passed the day. At night my levee was larger than before ; among them I had the satisfaction of seeing and supplying some Alabama, South Carolina, and Tennessee soldiers. That night the bombardment was 168 MEMORIES. terrific. Anxiety for my husband, combined with a shuddering terror, made sleep impossible. The next morning, my husband having obtained a few hours' leave of absence, joined me in my shat- tered retreat. The day was darkened by the agony of parting. It seemed to me impossible to leave him under such circumstances, and really required more courage than to face the shot and shell. But I could easily see that anxiety for me interfered with his duty as a soldier, so — we must part. On the same evening I returned to J^ewnan, where my friends were so over- joyed at my safe return that they forbore to upbraid. Soon afterward the battle of Jonesboro' again filled our wards with shattered wrecks. As I have already stated, my husband then came for the first time to claim my care. Before he was quite able to return to duty, the post was ordered to Fort Valley, Georgia, a pleasant and very hospitable town, where new and excellent hospital buildings had been erected. From here Mr. Beers returned to his command. The day of his de- parture was marked by hours of intense anguish which I yet shudder to recall. The train which stopped at the hospital camp to take up men returning to the front was crowded with soldiers, — reinforcements. I had scarcely recovered from the fit of bitter weeping which followed the parting, when, noticing an un- usual commotion outside, I went to the door to dis- cover the cause. Men were running up the railroad track in the direction taken by the train which had just left. A crowd had collected near the surgeon's oflSce, in the midst of which stood an almost breathless messenger. His tidings seemed to have the eff'ect of sending off* succeeding groups of men in the direction taken by those I had first seen running up the road. Among them I discovered several surgeons. Something NEWNAN, GEORGIA. 169 was wrong. Wild with apprehension, I sped over to the office, and there learned that the train of cars loaded and crowded with soldiers had been thrown down a steep embankment, about three miles up the road, and that many lives were lost. Waiting for nothing, I ran bareheaded and frantic up the track, for more than a mile never stopping, then hearing the slow approach of an engine, sunk down by the side of the track to await its coming. Soon the engine appeared, drawing very slowly a few platform- and baggage-cars loaded with groaning, shrieking men, carrying, also, many silent forms which would never again feel pain or sor- row. The surgeons upon the first car upon descrying me crouching by the roadside, halted the train and lifted me upon the last car, where, among the " slightly hurt," I found my husband, terribly bruised and shaken, but in no danger. Arrived at camp, where tents had been hastily pitched, the wounded and dying were laid out side by side in some of the largest, while others re- ceived the dead. The sights and sounds were awful in the extreme. At first I could not muster courage (shaken as I had been) to go among them. But it was necessary for purposes of identification, so I examined every one, dying and dead, feeling that certainty^ how- ever dreadful, might be better borne by loving hearts than prolonged suspense. Among these dreadful scenes came a minister of God, whose youthful face, pale and horror-stricken, yet all alight with heavenly pity and love, I can never forget. Tenderly he bent above these dying men, his trembling lips touched by divine inspiration, whispering words precious to parting souls. Unshrinkingly he performed his mission to those who yet lived, then, passing among the dead, lovingly composed and prepared for decent burial the mutilated bodies. One burial-service served H 15 170 MEMORIES. for all ; this was as tenderly rendered as if each unfor- tunate had been dear to himself This young clergyman was Eev. Green, of Columbia, S. C, a near relative of the eminent divine and inspired patriot, Dr. B. M. Palmer, now of New Orleans. Few patients were sent to Fort Yalley. Upon recov- ering from the effects of the railroad accident, my hus- band again left for his command. G-rowing dissatisfied, I applied to Dr. Stout for a position nearer the front. Not receiving a satisfactory reply, went to Macon, where for a few weeks I remained at one of the hos- pitals, but still felt that I was losing time, and doing very little good. In November I was offered a position in a tent-hospital near the front, which I eagerly ac- cepted, little dreaming (God help me I) of the hardship and disappointment which awaited me. OHAPTEE YL OMEGA. The detention of the railroad-train belated us, and when we (I and my servant) were left at a small station in Mississippi, night had fallen. The light from a little fire of pine knots, built on the ground outside, while illuminating the rough depot and platform, left the country beyond in deeper darkness. It was bitterly cold. The driver of the ambulance informed me, we had "quite a piece to ride yet." A moment later, Dr. Beatty rode up on horseback, welcomed me pleas- antly, waiting to see me safely stowed away in the am- bulance. The ride to camp was dismal. I continued to shiver with cold; my heart grew heavy as lead, and yearned sadly for a sight of the pleasant faces, the sound of the kindly voices, to which I had been so long accustomed. At last a turn in the road brought us in sight of the numberless fires of a large camp. It was a bright scene, though far from gay. The few men who crouched by the fires were not roistering, rollick- ing soldiers, but pale shadows, holding their thin hands over the blaze which scorched their faces, while their thinly-covered backs were exposed to a cold so intense that it congealed the sap in the farthest end of the log on which they sat. Driving in among these, up an "avenue" bordered on either side by rows of white tents, the ambulance drew up at last before the door of my " quarters," — a rough cabin built of logs. Through the open door streamed the cheery light of a wood-fire, upon which pine knots had been freshly thrown. 171 172 MEMORIES. A bunk at one side, made of puncheons, and filled with pine straw, over which comforts and army-blankets had been thrown, hard pillows stuffed with straw, having coarse, unbleached cases, a roughly-made table before the fire, a lot of boxes marked " Q. M.," etc., to serve as seats, and you have my cabin in its entirety. Drawing my box up close to the fire, I sat down, Tempe, in the mean while, stirring the coals and ar- ranging the burning ends of the pine in true country style. Presently my supper was brought in, — corn-bread, corn meal coffee, a piece of musty fried salt meat, heavy brown sugar, and no milk. I was, however, hungry, and ate with a relish. Tempe went off to some region unknown for the supper, returning un- satisfied and highly disgusted with the " hog-wittles" which had been offered to her. Soon Dr. Beatty called, bringing with him Mrs. Dr. , a cheery little body, who, with her husband, occupied a room under the same roof as myself, a sort of hall open at both ends dividing us. We had some conversation regarding the number of sick and the provisions for their comfort. On the whole, the evening passed more cheerfully than I had expected. My sleep that night was dreamless. I did not even feel the cold, although Tempe declared she was "dun froze stiff." Yery early I was astir, gazing from the door of my cabin at my new sphere of labor. Snow had fallen during the night, and still came down steadily. The path was hidden, the camp-fires appeared as through a mist. A confused, steady sound of chopping echoed through the woods. I heard mys- terious words, dimly saw figures moving about the fires. Everything looked unpromising, — dismal. Chilled to OMEGA. 173 the heart, I turned back to my only comfort, the splen- did fire Tempe had built. My breakfast was exactly as supper had been, and was brought by the cook, a de- tailed soldier, who looked as if he ought to have been at the front. He apologized for the scanty rations, promising some beef for dinner. Soon Dr. Beatty, accompanied by two assistant-sur- geons, appeared to escort me to the tents. I went gladly, for I was anxious to begin my work. What I saw during that hour of inspection convinced me, not only that my services were needed, but that my work must be begun and carried on under almost insur- mountable difficulties and disadvantages. I found no comforts, no hospital stores, insufficient nourishment, a scarcity of blankets and comforts, even of pillows. Of the small number of the latter few had cases; all were soiled. The sick men had spit over them and the bed- clothes, which could not be changed because there were no more. As I have said, there were no comforts. The patients looked as if they did not expect any, and seemed sullen and discontented. The tents were not new, nor were they all good. They seemed to me with- out number. Passing in and out among them, I felt bewildered and doubtful whether I should ever learn to know one from another, or to find my patients. Part of the camp was set apart for convalescents. Here were dozens of Irishmen. They were so maimed and shattered that every one should have been entitled to a discharge, but the poor fellows had no homes to go to, and were quite unable to provide for themselves. There were the remnants of companies, regiments, and bri- gades, many of them Louisianians, and from other States outside the Confederate lines. Had there been any fighting to do, they would still have "taken a hand," maimed as they were. The monotony of hos- 15* 174 MEMORIES. pital camp-life made them restless ; the rules they found irksome, and constantly evaded; they growled, com- plained, were always " in hot water," and almost un- manageable. The first time I passed among them they eyed me askance, seeming, I feared, to resent the presence of a woman. But I made it my daily custom to visit their part of the camp, standing by their camp-fires to listen to their "yarns," or to relate some of my own experi- ences, trying to make their hardships seem less, listening to their complaints, meaning in earnest to speak to Dr. Beatty regarding palpable wrongs. This I did not fail to do, and whenever the doctor's sense of justice was aroused, he promptly acted on the right side. I do not wish to convey to my readers the idea that there were men always sullen and disagreeable. Far from it, they were a jolly set of men when in a good humor, and, like all Irishmen, full of wit and humor. After I became known to them their gentle, courteous treatment of me never varied. They were very fond of playing cards, but whenever I appeared upon one of the avenues, every card would disappear. JS'ot one ever failed to salute me, often adding a "God bless you, ma'am, may the heavens be your bed," etc. Disliking to interfere with their only amusement, I let them know that I did not dislike to see them playing cards. At this they were very pleased, saying, " Sure, it's no harrum ; it's not gambling we are; divil a cint have we to win or lose." One day I stopped to look on a moment at a game of euchre. One of the players had lost an arm (close to the shoulder). Said he, " Sure, ma'am, it's bating the b'ys intirely, I am." I did not understand, so he ex- plained, with a comic leer at the others, — " Sure, haven't I always the Hone hand' on thim ?" At once I recalled a similar remark made by an Irish soldier lying in the OMEGA. 175 hospital at Newnan, who had just lost one of his legs ; when I condoled with him, he looked up brightly, and, pointing at his remaining foot, explained, " Niver mind, this feller will go it alone and make it.'' Among the surgeons in camp was one who had highly offended these convalescents by retiring to his cabin, pulling the latch-string inside and remaining deaf to all calls and appeals from outside. Mutterings of discontent were heard for a while, but at last as there was no fur- ther mention of the matter, I believed it was ended. About this time the actions of the convalescents began to appear mysterious : they remained in their tents or absented themselves, as I supposed, upon foraging ex- peditions. Frequently, I found them working upon cow- horns, making ornaments as I thought (at this business Confederate soldiers were very expert). One day I caught sight of a large pile of horns and bones just brought in, but still thought nothing of it. Shortly, however, a small deputation from the convalescent camp appeared at the door of my cabin just as I was eating my dinner : all saluted ; the spokesman then explained that the " b'ys" were prepared to give the obnoxious surgeon a " siranade" that same night. They had been working for weeks to produce the instruments of torture which were then all ready. " We don't mane to scare ye, ma'am, and if it'll be displazin' to ye, sure we'll give it up." I told them that I did not want to know about it, and was sorry they had told me, but I would not be frightened at any noise I might hear in the night. " All right, ma'am," said the spokesman, winking at the others to show that he comprehended. The party then with- drew. About midnight such a startling racket suddenly broke the stillness that in spite of my previous knowl- edge, I was frightened. Horns of all grades of sound, from deep and hoarse to shrill, tin cups and pans clashed 176 MEMORIES. together or beaten with bones, yells, whistling, and in short every conceivable and inconceivable noise. After the first blast, utter stillness ; the startled officers, meanwhile, listening to discover the source of the un- earthly noise, then, as if Bedlam had broken loose, the concert began once more. It was concentrated around the cabin of the surgeon so disliked. As the quarters of the officers were somewhat removed from the hospital proper, and very near my own, I got the full benefit of the noise. I cannot now say why the racket was not put a stop to. Perhaps because the serenaders numbered over one hundred and the surgeons despaired of restoring order. At all events, during the whole night we were allowed to sink into slumber, to be aroused again and again by the same hideous burst of sound. I only re- member that the next day the horns, etc., were collected and carried away from camp, while the offenders were refused permission to leave their quarters for a while. In the sick camp there lay over two hundred sick and wounded men, faithfully attended and prescribed for by the physicians, but lacking every comfort. Dr. Beatty was worried about the sick, but under the circumstances what could he do? Soon after occurred the terrible battle of Franklin, when our tents were again filled with wounded men. These men were unlike any I have ever nursed. Their shattered forms sufficiently attested courage and devotion to duty, but the enthusiasm and pride which had hitherto seemed to me so grand and noble when lighting up the tortured faces of wounded soldiers, appearing like a reflection of great glory, I now missed. It seemed as if they were yet revengeful and unsatisfied ; their countenances not yet relaxed from th^ tension of the fierce struggle, their eyes "yet gleaming with the fires of battle. The tales they told made me shudder : Of men, maddened by the horrible butchery OMEGA. 177 going on around them, mounting the horrible barricade (trampling out in many instances the little sparks of life which might have been rekindled), only to add their own bodies to the horrid pile, and to be trampled in their turn by comrades who sought to avenge them ; of soldiers on both sides, grappling hand to hand, tearing open each other's wound, drenched with each other's blood, dying locked in a fierce embrace. It turns me sick even now when I remember the terrible thino-s I then heard, the awful wounds I then saw. During the whole period of my service, I never had a harder task than when striving to pour oil upon these troubled waters, to soothe and reconcile these men who talked incessantly of " sacrifice" and useless butchery. This was particularly the case with General Clebourne's men, who so loved their gallant leader that, at his death, revenge had almost replaced patriotism in their hearts. I do not consider myself competent, nor do I wish to criticise the generals who led our armies and who, since the war, have, with few exceptions, labored assiduously to throw the blame of failure upon each other. I have read their books with feelings of intense sorrow and regret, — looking for a reproduction of the glories of the past, — finding whole pages of recrimination and full of " all uncharitableness." For my own part, I retain an unchanged, unchangeable respect and reverence for all alike, believing each to have been a pure and honest patriot, who, try as he might, could not surmount the difficulties which each one in turn encountered, A brave, vindictive foe, whose superiority in numbers, in arms, and equipment, and, more than all, rations, they could maintain indefinitely. And to oppose them, an utterly inadequate force, whose bravery and unparal- leled endurance held out to the end, although hunger gnawed at their vitals, disease and death daily decimated 178 MEMORIES. their ranks, intense anxiety for dear ones exposed to dangers, privations, all the horrors which everywhere attended the presence of tiie invaders, torturing them every hour. While yielding to none in my appreciation of the gallant General Hood, there is one page in his book which always arouses my indignation and which I can never reconcile with what I know of the history of the Arm}^ of Tennessee, from the time General Hood took command to the surrender. Truly, they were far from being like " dumb driven cattle," for every man was " a hero in the strife." It seems to me that the memory of the battle of Franklin alone should have returned to General Hood to "give him pause" before he gave to the public the page referred to : (Extract.') '' My failure on the 20th and the 22d to bring about a general pitched battle arose from the unfortunate policy pursued from Dalton to Atlanta, and which had wrought 'such' demoralization amid rank and file as to render the men unreliable in battle. I cannot give a more forcible, though homely, exemplification of the morale of the troops at that period than hy comparing the Army to a team which has been allowed to balk at every hill, one portion will make strenuous eff'orts to advance, whilst the other will refuse to move, and thus paralyze the exertions of the first. Moreover, it will work fault- lessly one day and stall the next. No reliance can be placed upon it at any stated time. Thus it was with the army when ordered into a general engagement, one corps strugged nobly, whilst the neighboring corps frus- trated its efforts by simple inactivity; and whilst the entire Army might fight desperately one day, it would fail in action the following day. Stewart's gallant attack OMEGA. 179 on the 20th was neutralized by Hardee's inertness on the right J and the failure in the battle of the 22d is to be attributed also to the effect of the ' timid defensive' policy of this officer, who, although a brave and gallant soldier, neglected to obey orders, and swung away, totally in- dependent of the main body of the Army." Time softens and alleviates all troubles, and this was no exception. But the winter was a very gloomy one : my heart was constantly oppressed by witnessing suffer- ing I could not relieve, needs which could not be met. The efforts of the foragers, combined with my own pur- chases from country wagons (although Dr. Beatty was liberal in his orders, and I spent every cent I could get), were utterly insufficient, although the officers of this camp-hospital were self denying, and all luxuries were reserved for the sick. I hit upon an expedient to vary the rations a little, which found favor with the whole camp. The beef was simply atrocious. I had it cut into slices, let it lie in salt with a sprinkling of vinegar for a day, then hung the pieces up the chimneys until it was smoked. I first tried it in my own cabin, found it an improvement, and so had a quantity prepared for the hungry wounded. And so these dark days sped on, bringing, in due time, THE LAST CONFEDERATE CHRISTMAS. I will here subjoin an article originally written for the Southern Bivouac, which will give my readers an idea of how the Christmas-tide was spent. For some time previous I had been revolving in my mind various plans for the celebration of Christmas by making some addition to the diet of the sick and wounded soldiers then under my charge. But, plan as I would, the stubborn facts in the case rose up to con- front me, and I failed to see just how to accomplish my 180 MEMORIES. wishes. We were then located at Lauderdale Springs, Mississippi. I, with my servant, Tempe, occupied one room of a small, double house, built of rough-hewn logs, and raised a few feet from the ground ; a sort of hall, open at both ends, separated my room from one on the opposite side occupied by Dr. and his wife. All around, as far as one could see, amid the white snow and with lofty pine-trees towering above them, ex- tended the hospital-tents, and in these lay the sick, the wounded, the dying. Hospital-supplies were scarce, our rations of the plainest articles, which, during the first years of the war, were considered absolute neces- saries, had become priceless luxuries. Eggs, butter, chickens came in such small quantities that they must be reserved for the very sick. The cheerfulness, self- denial, and fellow-feeling shown by those who were even partly convalescent, seemed to me to be scarcely less admirable than the bravery which had distin- guished them on the battle-field. But this is a digres- sion: let me hasten to relate how I was helped to a decision as to Christmas "goodies." One morning, going early to visit some wounded soldiers who had come in during the night, I found in one tent a new- comer, lying in one of the bunks, his head and face bandaged and bloody. By his side sat his comrade, — wounded also, but less severely, — trying to soften for the other some corn-bread, which he was soaking and beating with a stick in a tin cup of cold water. He explained that the soldier with the bandaged head had been shot in the mouth, and could take only soft food. I said, "Don't give him that. I will bring him some mush and milk, or some chicken soup." He set down the cup, looked at me with queer, half-shut eyes, then remarked, " Yer ga-assin' now, ain't ye ?" Having finally convinced him that I was not, I re- OMEGA. 181 tired for a moment to send the nurse for some food. When it came, and while I was slowly putting spoon- fuls of broth into the poor, shattered mouth of his friend, he stood looking on complacently, though with his lip quivering. I said to him, " Now, what would you like ?" After a moment's hesitation he replied, " Well, lady, I've been sort of hankerin' after a sweet- potato pone, but I s'pose ye couldn't noways get that?" "There," thought I, "that's just what I will get and give them all for Christmas dinner." Hastening to interview the surgeon in charge, I easily obtained permission to go on the next day among the farmers to collect materials for my feast. An ambu- lance was placed at my disposal. My foraging expedition was tolerably successful, and I returned next evening with a quantity of sweet pota- toes, several dozen eggs, and some country butter. Driv- ing directly to the door of my cabin, I had my treasures securely placed within ; for, although holding my sol- dier-friends in high estimation, I agreed with the driver of the ambulance, — " Them 'taturs has to be taken in out of the cold." My neighbor's wife, Mrs. Dr. , en- tered heartily into my plans for the morrow, promising her assistance. My night-round of visits to the sick having been completed, I was soon seated by my own fireside, Avatching the operation of making and baking a corn hoecake, which, with some smoked beef of my own preparation and a cup of corn-coffee, made my supper on this Christmas eve. It was so bitterly cold that I did not undress; but, wrapping a blanket around me, lay down on my bunk. Tempe also rolled herself up, and lay down before the fire. In order to explain what fol- lowed, I must here say that the boards of my floor were only laid, not fastened, as nails were not to be had. I was awakened from " the first sweet sleep of night" by an un- 16 182 MEMORIES. earthly yell from Terape, who sprang unceremoniously upon my bunk, grasping me tightly, and crying, " O Lord, Miss , yearthquate dun cum !" Sitting up, I was hor- rified to see the boards of the floor rising and falling with a terrible noise. A moment later I realized the situation. A party of hogs had organized a raid, having for its ob- ject my precious potatoes. A sure-enough " yearthquate" would have been less appalling to me, as I have always been mortally afraid of hogs. Just then one of the in- vaders managed to knock aside a board and get his head in full view. I shivered with terror, but Tempe now grasped the state of the case, and, being " to the manner born," leaped forward to execute dire vengeance on the unfortunate hog. Seizing a burning stick from the fire, she rushed upon the intruder, who had gotten wedged so that advance or retreat was alike impossible. Her angry cries, and the piercing squeals of the hog, roused all in the vicinity. Help soon came, our ene- mies were routed, quiet was restored. My pones were a great success. All who were allowed by their surgeons partook of them. I had two immense pans full brought to ray cabin, where those who were able brought their plates and cups, receiving a generous quantity of the pone and a cup of sweet milk. But these struggles and hardships were nothing in comparison to what was now to befall us. The constant fighting and daily-increasing number of wounded at the front required the presence of experienced surgeons. After the battle of Franklin some of ours were sent up. In one or two instances those who replaced them were young and inexperienced. They were permitted to attend the convalescents and light cases. One morn- ing, I was aroused very early by a nurse who begged me to go to one of the convalescents who had been calling for me all night. OMEGA. 183 Arrived at the tent, which at that hour was rather dark, I lifted the flap to enter, but was arrested by a piteous cry from the patient, who lay facing the entrance. " For God's sake keep out that light," said he, " it hurts my eyes." The nurse said, " It's masles he has, ma'am." So I concluded the pained eyes were not unusual. Approaching the bunk, and taking the patient's hand, I found he had a raging fever. But when I placed my hand upon his forehead, and felt the dreadful pustules thickly covering it, my heart almost ceased to beat. An unreasoning terror overpowered me ; my impulse was to flee at once from that infected tent. But I must not give any alarm, so I simply said to the nurse, " I will go to Dr. Beatty for some medicine; let no one enter this tent until I come back." Dr. Beatty was not yet out of his cabin, but receiving my urgent message, soon appeared. I said, " Doctor, in tent No. — there is a very sick man; can we look at the books and learn what diagnosis his surgeon has made ?" We went to the ofiice, found the patient's name and number; diagnosis, — Measles. I then said, " Dr. Beatty, it is not measles, but, I fear, smallpox." At once, the doctor strode ofi', followed closely by myself. As before, the tent was dark. " Lift those flaps high," said the surgeon. It was done, and there lay before us a veritable case of smallpox. Dr. Beatty's entire calmness and self-possession quite restored my own. Said he, " I must have time to con- sult my surgeons, to determine what is to be done. Meanwhile, retire to your cabin. You will hear from me when matters are arranged." The next few hours were for me fraught with fearful anxiety and uncertainty, — yes, uncertainty, — for (to my shame, let it be recorded) I actually debated in my own mind whether or not to desert these unfortunate boys of 184 MEMORIES. mine, who could not themselves escape the threatened danger. God helping me, I was able to resist this terrible temptation. I had, I reasoned, been already exposed as much as was possible, having attended the sick man for days before. Having dedicated myself to the Soly Cause, for better or worse, I could not desert it even when put to this trying test. So, when Dr. Beatty came to say that in a few hours quarantine would be established and rigidly enforced, offering me transporta- tion that I might at once go on with the large party who were leaving, I simply announced my determination to remain, but asked that Tempe might be sent to her owners in Alabama, as I dared not risk keeping her. The poor fellow who had been first seized died that night, and afterward many unfortunates were buried beneath the snow-laden pines. Some of the nurses fell sick; from morning until night, after, far into the night, my presence was required in those fever-haunted tents. "When not on duty, the loneliness of my cabin was almost insupportable. Sometimes I longed to flee away from the dismal monotony. Often I sat upon my door- step almost ready to scream loudly enough to drown the sad music of the pines. Since the war I have seen a little poem by John Esten Cooke, which always reminds me of the time when the band in the pines brought such sadness to my own heart : "THE BAND IN THE PINES. " Oh, band in the pine- wood cease 1 Cease with your splendid call ; The living are brave and noble, But the dead were bravest of all ! " They throng to the martial summons, To the loud, triumphant strain ; OMEGA. 185 And the dear bright eyes of long-dead friends Come to the heart again. " They come with the ringing bugle And the deep drum's mellow roar, Till the soul is faint with longing For the hands we clasp no more I " Oh, band in the pine-wood cease Or the heart will melt in tears, For the gallant eyes and the smiling lips And the voices of old years !" When, at last, we were released from durance vile, the Confederate army had retreated. Of course, the hospitals must follow it. By this time my health was completely broken down. The rigors of the winter, the incessant toil, the hard rations had done their work well. I was no longer fit to nurse the sick. In Febru- ary I left the camp, intending to go for a while wherever help was needed, relying upon a change to recuperate my exhausted energies. But from that time there was so much irregularity as far as hospital organization was concerned that one scarcely knew how best to serve the sick. Besides, the presence of a lady had become embarrassing to the surgeons in charge of hospitals, who, while receiving orders one day which were likely to be countermanded the next, often having to send their stores, nurses, etc., to one place while they awaited orders in another, could find no time to provide quarters and sustenance for a lady. As an illustration of this state of things, I will here give an extract from a letter addressed to me after the war by Dr. McAllister, of the "Buckner Hos- pital." " I was ordered late in November to G-ainesville, Ala- bama; before reaching that place, my orders were 16* 186 MEMORIES. changed to Macon ; in February to Auburn, Alabama ; thence to the woods to organize a tent hospital. No sick were sent there, and I had nothing to do but to build. Put up eighty large tents, built octagon homes, with rounded tops, and flag-poles on the top of each. Everything looked gloomy, but I kept on as if I expected to remain there always. Just as I had everything com- pleted, received orders to move to Charlotte, North Car- olina. When I got to Columbus, Georgia, was ordered to send on my stores with my negroes and women- servants, in charge of a faithful man, while I and my detailed men were to remain in the city during its in- vestment, and as long as the struggle lasted, but at last to save myself, and join my stores in Macon, Georgia. Remained during the fight, while the city fell, and all my detailed men were captured ; rode out of the city by the light of the burning buildings, and my road was lighted for twelve or fifteen miles by the burning city ; borrowed horses about twelve at night, caught the last retreating train, put my servants Noel and Sam on it; rode on with my true friend Dr. Yates. Found the ser- vants at Genoa Station, a distance of thirty-five miles, next morning at sunrise, thence to Macon ; next night found my wife on the same crowded box-car ; left her with Mrs. Yates, Mrs. Calan, and another lady from Columbus. Some of my stores had been sent to Atlanta, and some had been sent to Macon ; then the railroad was cut be- tween Macon and Atlanta; I had either to remain at Macon and be captured, or take the only road that was clear to Fort Valley, which I did, leaving my wife and Mrs. Yates at Dr. Green's. Yates, myself, Sam, and Noel took to the woods, and there remained about ten days, living as best we could. Then there was a flag of truce, and we came into Fort Yalley. Thousands of Yankee cavalry were there in camps ; all the railroads OMEGA. 187 cut so we could not leave. One night we stole from the Yankees two good mules, borrowed a wagon, and took our wives across the country until we could strike one end of the Atlanta road, of which the Yankees had not got possession ; went on into the city of Atlanta, where I met Dr. Stout, who told me the game was up, that my stores were some of them at Congress Station, some hundred miles away on the Augusta road, and for me to go on there and surrender to the first Yankee who commanded me to do so. G-reat heaven ! what a shock to me ! I would rather have died than to have heard it. I went down the road and found my stores, but did not have the honor of surrendering to the Yankees. A mob, constituted of women, children, and renegade Confederate soldiers, and with some negroes, charged my encampment and took everything except my wife, and trunks, and Mrs. Yates, and her trunks, which we saved by putting them into a wagon and driving for our lives out of the back alley of the town. At last we came to Atlanta, where we parted with Dr. and Mrs. Yates. My wife and I travelled to Marion in an old wagon, leaving the poor negroes scattered about in the woods. I only had time to tell them to go where they came from, to their former own- ers. After a tedious journey, having to beg my bread, I arrived at home (Marion, Alabama) about the first of May, 1865." The same irregularities existed everywhere; my state of health forbade me to follow these erratic movements : indeed, I was utterly broken down and therefore made my way, not without great difficulty and many deten- tions, to Alabama, where my little boy had preceded me. Even then, we never dreamed of surrender, nor did the sad news reach us until many days after it had taken place. We were utterly incredulous, we could not, would, not believe it. Meanwhile, the state of things described 188 MEMORIES. in one of the articles contained in another part of this book, designed for children (Sally's ride) culminated in the long-dreaded Haid. Why the raiders had recrossed the river, returning to Selma, and leaving undisturbed (alas ! only for a time) the elegant plantation-homes which lay all along their route, remained a mystery. It was certain that a de- tachment of them had been seen and reported by our own scouts, who at that time were in the saddle day and night " watching their motions ;" the negroes also declared, " Dey was dare, suah, 'case we dun seed 'em." All able-bodied men had long ago gone to the front. The " home-guard," who were doing their best to keep watch and ward over helpless women and children, were only boys, full of ardor and courage, but too young to join the army, or men who from age or disability were also ineligible. These knew every inch of ground, every hiding-place for many miles. At every plantation they were expected and welcome, whenever they could find an opportunity to dash in, dismount, report the state of matters outside, and hastily swallow the "snack" always kept ready and set before them without loss of time, quite as a matter of course. The news brought by these scouts, far from quieting apprehension, tended to increase and deepen it. The old man who, time out of mind, had managed the little ferry fifteen miles away, had been shot for refusing to ferry over some Federal soldiers. The bright light so anxiously watched one dark night proved to have been a fire, which had consumed the dwelling, gin-house, stables, etc., of a widowed cousin. Her cows had been slaughtered, her horses stolen, her garden and " truck- patch" ploughed all over in the search for hidden silver. Other and even more hideous tales (alas ! too true) ap- palled the hearts and tried the courage of the women, OMEGA. 189 who yet must never give up trying to protect the interests confided to them, must seem to hold the reins of power when really they were at the mercy of the negroes, who (to their credit be it spoken) behaved under these trying circumstances extremely well, in some cases showing the most affectionate solicitude and sympathy. They could not, however, in all cases be trusted to with- stand the bribes sure to be offered for information as to hiding-places of valuables. So, little by little, silver and jewelry were made up into small packages to be dis- posed of secretly. For several days all were on the qui vive. The fearful suspense, dread, and anguish of that time will never be forgotten by those who shared those anxious vigils; from earliest light until nightfall, restless feet traversed the house and yard, anxious eyes watched every possible approach, — the road, the woods, the plantation. At night, not one of the " white folks" thought of undress- ing ; the very last of a bag of real coffee, which had been treasured like gold, was now brought out. During the day, the usual sweet-potato coffee was served. In the cool April nights, a cheerful fire always blazed in the open fireplace of the parlor, by it was set a pot of very strong coffee, upon which the ladies relied to keep them awake. One at a time would doze in her chair or upon the sofa, while the others kept watch, walking from window to window, listening at the fast-locked door, starting at every sound. Occasionally the dogs would bark furiously: "There they are!" cried everybody, and rising to their feet, with bated breath and wildly-beating hearts, they would listen until convinced that their four- footed friends had given a false alarm. Those of the women-servants who had no husbands begged every night to sleep "in de house." They were terrified. Their mattresses strewed the floors, and it realty seemed 190 MEMORIES. as if they were a kind of protection, although they always fell asleep and snored so loudly as to drive the ladies, who wanted to listen for outside sounds, to the verge of distraction. Some one would occasionally in- terrupt the noise by administering to each in turn a good shake or insisting upon a change of position, but at best the lull was temporary. Soon one of the sleepers would give a suppressed snort, to be immediately joined by one after another, until the unearthly chorus once more swelled to rack the quivering nerves of the listeners. Sometimes a peculiar tapping announced the presence outside of the master of the house. Creeping softly to the window of an empty room, the wife would receive assurances of present safety. She would then hand out valuable packages of silver or jewelry to be hidden far in the woods in places unknown to any but the owner, who marked the way to the buried treasure by " blaz- ing" certain trees. Many valuables were hidden in this way and recovered after the war. The feeble condition of Colonel added tenfold to the anxiety of his fam- ily, for, although he persisted in doing his duty, it was certain that continual exposure and fatigue might at any time prove fatal. Insidious disease was even then gnawing at his vitals; but. Spartan-like, he folded above the dreadful agony the robe of manly courage and dig- nity, which hid it from even those who knew him best. Amid all the darkness and sorrow his pleasant smile cheered, his commanding presence inspired respect and confidence. From the windows of his soul shone the steady light of the patriotism that hopeth all things, believeth all things, endureth all things. It was not God's will that he should go forth to battle, but with a kindly heart and generous hand he helped the soldiers to do their duty by caring for their "loved ones at home." OMEGA. 191 Meanwhile the noble wife proved a helpmate indeed. A true type of Southern women. Not a duty was neglected. She looked well to the ways of her house- hold and the well-being of the negroes committed to her care. The spinning and weaving of cloth for the almost naked soldiers in the field went on ; the quarters were visited, the sick were cared for. The calm, steady voice read to the old, precious promises, or instructed the young negroes as to the way of truth. So day after day passed, the same anxious dread chilling all hearts, added fear always recurring as the darkness came with its terrible possibilities. April had come, bringing a greater profusion of flowers, painting the face of nature with lovelier hues. No one knew why the neighborhood had thus far es- caped being "raided." One evening the scouts (not one alone, but several) reported, " Not a Yankee on this side the river. Gone off on a raid miles on the other side." Colonel came in later confirming the report. He was persuaded to remain for one night's rest, and im- mediately retired to his room. About dusk two men in the disguise (it is now believed) of Confederate sol- diers — ^I'agged, worn, barefooted, and hungry — came stealing in, apparently fearful of being discovered and taken prisoners. No one suspected them. They were warmly welcomed. A supper of broiled ham, milk, eggs, corn-muffins, and real coffee was set before them. They were afterwards shown to a comfortable cabin in the yard, — "the boys' room," — provided with every comfort, a servant to wait on them, and left to repose. These also having assured the ladies that " the Yanks" had gone off on a raid on the other side, it was deemed safe to take advantage of such an opportunity to go regu- larly to bed and rest, in preparation for whatever might befall afterwards. By ten o'clock everybody was sound 192 MEMORIES. asleep. About midnight one of the ladies, hearing a slight noise, arose and looked out the window. Old Whitey was walking about the yard, nibbling the grass. Knowing he was never allowed in the yard, she simply supposed that one of the servants had left open the quarter-gate. Not another sound save the mule's step broke the stillness of the night. Strange to say, the dogs were nowhere to be seen, nor did they bark at the mule. Wondering a little at this circumstance, the lady was about to lie down again, when simultaneously every door of the house was assailed with the butts of guns with a terrific noise. At the same time many hoarse voices yelled, "Open these doors, d y ! Open up, here, or we'll burn the house over your heads!" Everybody at once realized the situation. In that fear- ful moment strength and courage seemed to come as from above. The servants, sleeping upon the floor, began to scream, but were instantly silenced. The ladies, slipping on dressing-^owns, but never stopping to put on shoes or stockings, quietly opened the doors. Instantly the whole house swarmed with Federal sol- diers. Their first act was to capture Colonel and drag him outside the house, giving him no time to put on any clothes save his pants and night-shirt. The raiders then proceeded to ransack the house. Every room, every closet, every trunk, box, drawer, was rifled. Two men went to the sideboard, quietly gathering up the few silver spoons, forks, ladles, etc., not hidden, wrapped them up and put them in their pockets. Others stripped ofl" the pillow- and bolster-cases, stufiSng them with clothing, pictures, etc., tied them together, and placed them ready to be slung over the backs of their horses. Bayonets were thrust through portraits; the sofas, beds, and lounges were pierced in search of concealed valuables ; bureau-drawers were emptied, then OMEGA. 193 pitched out of the doors or windows; the panels of locked armoires were broken or kicked to pieces to get at the contents ; even the linen sheets were dragged off the beds and thrust into already full sacks and bags. Meanwhile, bonfires had been kindled in the yard. By the light the swarming demons carried on their destruc- tive work outside. Around the pans of delicious milk in the dairy men reached over each others' heads to fill their tin cups. Buttermilk, clabber, fresh butter, disap- peared in an instant. In the basement the officers were feasting on ham, etc. The smoke-house was left bare. Sugar, meal, flour, rice, were emptied into the yard, and stamped or shufiied into the dust. Axes or the butts of guns were employed to literally smash everything. Ham, shoulder-meat, etc., were tossed into wagons. Cows were driven off, and, oh, the beautiful horses, the pride and pets of their owners, were led^ snorting and fright- ened, into the road, where the saddles of the cavalry- horses were put upon their shivering backs preparatory to being mounted and ridden away by their new mas- ters. With perfect calmness the ladies watched the havoc and desolation which was being wrought in their beloved home, among their household treasures. To one of them had been given, some time previous, a sacred trust, a watch which before the war had been presented to a minister by his congregation. "When dying in one of the Confederate hospitals he had given it to Mrs. , begging that, if possible, it might be sent to his wife in Arkansas. This watch had been concealed upon the tester of a bed, and so far had escaped discovery. But one of the servants having given information regarding it, suddenly two soldiers dragged Mrs. into her own room, where they believed it was concealed. She positively refused to give it up. Throwing off the mat- I » 17 194 MEMORIES. tress, tbe men held a match to the feather-bed beneath, saying, " Here goes your d d old house, then." Had the house been her own she might still have resisted, but as she was only a guest, and had been sheltered and most kindly treated, the watch was given up. The ruffians then insisted upon searching her, and in trying to force a ring from her finger, bruised and hurt the tender flesh. Even the negro cabins were searched. In several instances small sums of money which had been saved up were taken. Many threats to burn up " the whole business" were made, but, for some unknown reason, not carried into effect. Just at dawn the raiders mounted their horses and rode awa}^, recrossing the river to Selma with their prisoners. As they rode through the *' quarters," tbe negro men joined them on mules, horses, or on foot. Among the prisoners rode Colonel upon an old, worn-out horse, without saddle or bridle. By his side, guarding him and mounted upon the colonel's mag- nificent riding-horse, fully accoutred, was a negro man be- longing to a neighboring plantation, who had guided the Federals to "ole 's place." Just behind, upon a sorry mule, escorted by a mixture of negroes and Yankees riding his ow^n fine horses, came Colonel M , his head erect, his eyes blazing scornfully, glancing from side to side, or drawing a sharp, hard breath between his clinched teeth as he overheard some ribald jest. His house and gin-house had been burned, his fields laid waste ; he had left his young daughters without protection and without shelter. What the ladies felt as they saw this sad caval- cade pass out of sight may not be told. Morning dawned upon a scene of desolation, sickening in the ex- treme, — ruin, waste, wreck everywhere. The house emptied of everything valuable, floors filthy with the prints of muddy feet, the garden ruined, furniture bat- tered and spoiled. Outside, broken barrels, boxes, etc., OMEGA. 195 strewed the earth ; lard, sugar, flour, meal were mingled together and with the sandy soil ; streams of molasses ran down from broken casks ; guns which had belonged to the family were broken and splintered and lay where they had been hurled ; fences were broken down. Had there been any stock left, there was nothing to keep them out of garden or yard. Only old Whitey was left, how- ever, and he walked gingerly about sniffing at the cum- bered ground, looking as surprised as he was able. The carriage and buggy had been drawn out, the curtains and cushions cut and smeared thoroughly with molasses and lard. Breakfast-time arrived, but no Euthy came up from the quarter; no smoke curled upward from the kitchen-chimney; a more hopeless, dismal party could not well be imagined than the three women who walked from room to room among the debris^ neither noticing or caring for the losses, only intensely anxious regard- ing the helpless prisoner, who was surely suffering, but whom they could not hope to relieve. As the day wore on, some of the women from the quarters ven- tured near, bringing some coarse food which had been cooked in their own cabins ; they would not, however, go inside the house, "Mass Yankee tole us we gwine ter get kill ef we wait on you all." Towards evening Mrs. walked down to the " quarter." Not a man was to be seen. The women were evidently frightened and uncertain as to how far the power of "Mass Yankee" extended. Their mistress had been a kind friend, and their habitual obedience and respect for her could not at once be overcome, but the threats and promises of the Federals had disturbed and unsettled them. Aunt Sophy was an old servant who had nursed Mrs. 's mother. For years she had been an invalid, kindly nursed and cared for by her master and mistress, receiv- ing her meals from the family table, and having always 196 MEMORIES. some of the younger servants detailed to wait on her. Passing by her cottage now, Mrs. was astonished to see it empty. " Where is Sophy ? what has happened to her?" "Oh, she dun gone to Selma." "That is im- possible; why, she has not walked even as far as the house for months." " Well, she dun gone, shuah ; she make Elsie hitch up ole Whitey in de cart and dribe her ober. One genplum he gwine gib her a mule for her ovp-n sef and forty acres ob groun' ; so she dun gon' ter see 'bout hit." "Did any one else go?" " Oh, yes, mistis, Uncle Albert and Aunt Alice dey go too, and dey want we all to go 'long, but I's gwine ter wait untwill sees what Jack got ter say, 'cause I ain't gwine nowha dragging all dem chillum along untwill I knows for sartin whar I's gwine ter stop." Sick at heart, the lady turned away, slowly returning to the desolated house. Her occupation was gone; order and system could not be restored. There was nothing before the anxious woman but to watch and wait for news. On the second day one of the negro men returned, bringing a tale almost too horrible for belief, — Colonel M , whose defiant bearing had incensed his captoi'S more and more, had been shot down for refusing to obey orders. "Master was well, but looked mighty bad." The man also brought the first news of the surrender, a rumor which all refused to believe, although even the possibility filled all breasts with terrible forebodings. Gould it be true ? No ! a thousand times no ! And yet, — oh, the dread, the anguish of waiting to know. The bright sunlight, the waving trees, the joyous notes of the feathered songsters seemed a mockery. Their stricken hearts cried out to all the beautiful things of nature, — " How can ye bloom so fresh and fair? How can ye sing, ye little birds, and I so weary, fu' o* care ?" OMEGA. 197 Towards evening on the third day of suspense the mas- ter returned fresh from the prison, wearjj ragged, dirty, and utterly woe-begone, for he had been set at liberty only to learn that liberty was but an empty sound. Sadly he confirmed the story of the surrender. The kindly eyes still strove to cheer, but their happy light was for- ever quenched. The firm lip quivered not as he told to the sorrowing women the woful tale, but the iron had en- tered his soul and rankled there until its fatal work was accomplished. Ah, many a noble spirit shrunk appalled from the "frowning Providence" which then and long afterwards utterly hid the face of a merciful and loving Father. And yet, as mother l^ature with tender hands and loving care soon effaces all traces of havoc and desolation, creating new beauties in lovely profusion to cover even the saddest ruins, so it is wisely ordered that time shall bring healing to wounded hearts. The women who on that April evening long ago grieved so bitterly over the news of the surrender have since known deep sorrow, have wept over many graves. But, like all the women of the South, they have taken up the burden of life bravely, and, God helping them, will not falter or fail until He shall release them. By and by, the men and boys of the family, from distant Appomattox, from the Army of Tennessee, came straggling home. All had walked interminable miles, — all were equally ragged, dirty, foot-sore, weary, dejected, despairing. They had done their best and had failed. Their labor was ended. All over the land lay the ruins of once happy homes. As men gazed upon them, and thought of the past and the future, the apathy of despair crept over them ; life seemed a burden too heavy to be borne ; they longed to lay it down forever. For a time, men who had faced death again and again while struggling for freedom^ 17* 198 MEMORIES. could not find courage to look upon the desolation of the land, or to face the dread future. Closing their weary- eyes, they slept until the clanking of chains awakened them. Despotic power wrung the already bleeding, tortured heart of the South, until crying aloud, she held out to her sons her fettered hands. And then, fully aroused, hearing the piteous cries, the rattle of chains, seeing the beloved face, full of woe, conscious of every bitter, burn- ing tear (which as it fell, seemed to sear their own hearts), struggling to reach, to succor her, they found themselves bound and powerless to save. Alas, dear friends, that the pathway which opened so brightly, which seemed to lead to heights of superlative glory, should have ended beside the grave of hope. Oh, was it not hard to believe that "whatever is is right?" To kneel submissively in this valley of humiliation, and lift our streaming eyes to the heavens, that seemed of brass, to the Father who, it then appeared, had forgotten to be merciful. The glory which even then was apparent to the outside world, could not penetrate the clouds which hung above us. The land was yet red with blood that had been poured out in vain. From once happy homes came wails of grief and despair. Even the embers were dead upon the hearths around which loved ones should never more gather. And since hope is dead, and naught can avail to change the decrees of Fate, let me close this record of mingled glory and gloom, for here must be written, — OMEGA. CHAPTBE YIL CONFEDERATE WOMEN. No historian can faithfully recount the story of the war and leave untouched the record made by Southern women. Their patriotism was not the outcome of mere sentiment, but a pure steady flame which from the beginning of the war to the end burned brightly upon the altars of sacrifice, which they set up all over the land. " The power behind the throne" never ceased to be felt. Its spirit pervaded every breast of the living barricades which opposed the invaders, nerved every arm to battle for the right, inspired valorous deeds which dazzled the world. From quiet homes far from the maddening strife, where faithful women toiled and spun, facing and grappling with difficulties, even dangers, never complained of, came bright, cheery letters, un- shadowed by the clouds which often hung dense and dark over their daily pathway but glowing with unshaken faith, undaunted patriotism, lofty courage, and more than all pride in the exceptional bravery which they always took for granted. Men must not fail to come up to the standard set up in simple faith by mothers, wives, daughters, and, as all the world knows, they did not. It was my daily business during the war to read and answer letters to sick soldiers. Almost all were such as I have described. A few, alas ! were far different. As I read them and watched the agony they caused, I understood why some men became deserters, and abso- lutely revered the manliness and patriotism which re- sisted a temptation so terrible. 199 200 MEMORIES. It seemed once that I could never forget the contents of letters which particularly impressed me, but am sorry I have done so and cannot reproduce them here. One I can never forget. A tall, splendid Missouri soldier came into my office one morning, his face convulsed with grief. Handing me a letter, he sank into a chair, burying his face in his hands and sobbing pitifully. A letter had been somehow conveyed to him from his sister-in-law announcing that his wife was dying of consumption. Appended to the letter (which was sad enough) were a few lines written by the trembling hand of the dying one. "Darling, do not let any thoughts of me come between you and your duty to our country. I have longed to see you once more, to die with my head upon your breast ; but that is past, — I am calm and hapj^y. We have long known that this parting must be ; perhaps when my soul is free I may be nearer you. If possible, my spirit will be with you wherever you are." I can only recall these few lines. A volume could not convey more strongly the spirit of Southern women, strong even in death. I could only offer the stricken soldier the little comfort human sympathy can give, but my tears flowed plentifully as he told me of his wife and his home. He was, as I afterwards learned, killed at the battle of Franklin. I thought almost with pleasure of the happy reunion which I felt sure must have followed. How often I have marshalled into the hospital wards mothers and wives, who for the sake of some absent loved one had come from homes many miles away, to bring some offering to the sick. Timid, yet earnest women, poorly dressed, with sunbrowned faces and rough hands, yet bearing in their hearts the very essence of loving-kindness towards the poor fellows upon whose pale faces and ghastly wounds they looked with " round- CONFEDERATE WOMEN. 201 eyed wonder" and pity. After a while they would gain courage to approach some soldier whom they found "sort o' favored" their own, to whom they ventured to offer some dainty, would stroke the wasted hand, smooth the hair, or hold to the fevered lips a drink of buttermilk or a piece of delicious fruit. Ah, how many times I have watched such scenes ! To the warmly- expressed thanks of the beneficiaries they would simply answer, "That is nothing; ' mebbe' somebody will do as much for mine when he needs it." About seven miles from Einggold, Georgia, lived an old couple, Mr. and Mrs. Eussell, who, although ardently loving the cause, were too old and feeble to serve it other- wise than by their unceasing prayers, and by giving freely of their substance to sustain the patients at the hospitals then established at Ringgold. Their daughter, " Miss Phemie," a beautiful young girl, was never weary of conferring benefits upon the Southern soldiers ; every day she rode in, never minding even heavy storms, and often riding upon a wagon because it would hold a larger supply of vegetables, etc. Many a soldier was taken to the homestead to be cared for. Those who could not go from under medical or surgical treatment were often treated to little rides. Her devotion to the soldiers I can never forget. Among the sick and wounded who were sent to the hospital at Newnan were many Georgians whose homes were within twenty-five or thirty miles. After the fight at Missionary Ridge, two boys, brothers, were brought in. One was threatened with pneumonia ; the other, a lad of sixteen, had his right arm shattered from the shoulder down. At his earnest request his mother was sent for; the necessary amputation being deferred awhile, because he begged so hard that the surgeon should await her arrival. She had to ride all 202 MEMORIES. the way on a wagon drawn by a steer (oh, mothers, can you not imagine the agony which attended that lengthened journey?), and she was so long detained that I had to take her place at her boy's side while the opera- tion was performed. The boy rapidly sunk, — when his mother came was past speaking, and could only express with his dying eyes his great love for her. Kneeling beside him, she watched intently, but without a tear or a sob, the dear life fast ebbing away. The expression of that mother's face no one who saw it can ever forget. When all was over, I led her to my own room, where she asked to be left alone for a while. At last, in answer to the sobbing appeals of her remaining son, she opened the door. He threw himself into her arms, crying out, "Buddie's gone, but you're got me, ma, and I'll never leave you again. I'll help you take Buddie home, and I'll stay with you and help you work the farm." The mother gently and tenderly held him off a little way, looking with burning eyes into his face; her own was pale as death, but not a sob or tear yet. Quietly she said, " No, my son, your place is not by me ; I can get along as I have done ; you are needed yonder (at the front) ; go and avenge your brother ; he did his duty to the last; don't disgrace him and me. Come, son, don't cry any more ; you're mother's man, you know." That same night that mother started alone back to her home, bearing the coffined body of her youngest son, parting bravely from the elder, whose sorrow was overwhelming. Just before leaving, she took me aside and said, " My boy is no coward, but he loved his Bud- die, and is grieving for him; try to comfort him, won't you?" I did tr}^, but during the whole night he paced with restless feet up and down my office. At daylight I sat watching his uneasy slumber. CONFEDERATE WOMEN. 203 A few weeks later a young wife came by train to visit her husband, who lay very ill of fever, bringing with her a lovely blue-eyed baby girl about two years old. I found a room for her at a house near the hospital, and she was allowed to nurse her husband. "When he was nearly ready to report for duty, a fearful accident happened by which the baby nearly lost her life, and was awfully disfigured. At the house where the young wife boarded there was a ferocious bull-dog, which was generally kept chained until it showed such evident fondness for the babe that he was sometimes allowed to lie upon the gallery beside it while it slept, and the little one on awakening would crawl all over the dog, who patiently submitted, and would affectionately lick her face. One day, however, when the family were all assem- bled upon the gallery, the dog suddenly sprung upon the little girl, fastening his dreadful fangs in one side of her face. Everybody was stricken with horror. Noth- ing availed to make the beast loosen his hold, until sud- denly he withdrew his teeth from the child's face and fastened them once more in her shoulder. At last, as no other alternative presented itself, some one placed a pistol to his ear and killed him. The baby on being released still breathed, but was so torn and disfigured that the sight turned strong men sick. The father fell in a swoon ; the young mother, pale and shaking as with an ague, yet held her mutilated babe through all the examination and the surgical operations which followed. For two weeks it seemed as if the child must die, but she did not, and soon, un- conscious of her disfigurement, began to play and smile. All pitied the unfortunate father when, after some time allowed him through sympathy with his misfortune, it 204 MEMORIES. became necessary for him to return to the front. He had borne an excellent record, but now broke down utterly, declaring he could not leave his child. The young wife, putting down with a strong hand her own sorrow, actually set herself to rouse her husband to a sense of duty, and succeeded; I was present at the depot when the brave, girlish wife waved to the soldier a smiling farewell, and afterwards witnessed her vain efforts to suppress the short, sharp screams of agony which had been kept under as long as her husband needed to be upheld, but which after his departure con- vulsed her at intervals for hours. There are two women against whom, during and since the war, I held and still hold a grudge. One was of that class of women who undervalue and strive to undo all the good done by others; who hold opinions and views which they absolutely insist upon carrying out regardless of consequences. During the whole four years of the war I was annoyed by these would-be directresses of hospitals. They would intrude themselves into my wards, where they hesitated not to air their superior knowledge of all sickness, to inspire discomfort and distrust in the patients by expressive gestures, revealing extreme sur- prise at the modes of treatment, and by lugubrious shakes of the head their idea of the inevitably fatal re- sult. While the kindly women, who, though already overburdened, would take from the wards of the hospital enough of convalescents or sick men to crowd their own homes, often thereby saving lives, — always doing good, — these prowling women would manage to convey their sense of the dreadful condition of hitherto well-satisfied patients without ever suggesting a remedy. In one of the large churches used for sick-wards in Newnan lay a young man from Maryland, who had suffered the ampu- ' CONFEDERATE WOMEN. 205 tation of an arm. The wound had been careftdly ban- daged, the arteries taken up, etc., but as inflammation supervened the pain became almost unbearable, the poor fellow moaned unceasingly. One night two old women visited the ward. Afterward, upon making my last round, I found the young man above mentioned so quiet that I did not disturb him. It so happened that Dr. Merri weather, of Alabama, was in Newnan, in close attendance upon his young son, who had received a most peculiar and apparently fatal wound. He was shot through the liver. The wound, at all times excessively painful, exuded bile. Whenever Dr. Merriweather wanted an hour's rest I took my place at the bedside of the lad. Interest in the case took me very frequently to the ward. Just before bedtime, therefore, I returned to the side of young Merriweather to let his father off for a while. Inquiring of the nurse as to the patient who had been so restive, I learned that he had neither moved nor spoken. Feeling uneasy, I walked over to the corner where he lay. At once I heard a drip, drip, drip, and, calling for a light, soon discovered that the bed and floor were bloody. Dr. Yates was called at once, but too late. That dreadful meddler, the old woman visitor, had actually dared to loosen the bandages, and the poor victim, feel- ing only relief, had sunk tranquilly to his death. The other was a heartless girl, who has, I feel sure, by this time made a selfish, unloving wife to some poor man. Her lover, after the battle of Franklin, was brought to the tent hospital, having lost a leg and being wounded in the face. He confided to me the fact of his engagement to " one of the prettiest and peartest girls in ' Massissip,' " and begged me to write her of his condi- tion, and, said the poor fellow, " If she don't care about sticking to a fellow murdered up like I am, I reckon I'll have to let her off" (this with a sigh). Then, with a 18 206 MEMORIES. brighter look, " Maybo she'll stick, anyhow." How he watched for the answer to that letter ! His restlessness was pitiful to see. I tried to help him by reading to him and by relating to him instances of women who only loved more because the object of their aifection had been unfortunate. Among other things, I told him of the noble English girl who wrote to her mangled lover that she still loved and would marry him " if there was enough of his body left to contain his soul." Afterward I felt sorry that I had encouraged him to hope, for it was my misfortune to read to him a very cold letter from his lady-love, who declined to marry " a cripple.'^ She wanted a husband who could support her, and as some man who lived near was " mighty fond of her company and could give her a good home," she reckoned she would take his offer under considera- tion. For a few days my poor young friend was inconsol- able; but one morning I found him singing. "I've been thinking over that matter," said he, " and I reckon I've had a lucky escape. That trifling girl would never have made me a good, faithful wife." From that day he seemed to have recovered his cheerfulness. I have never forgiven that faithless girl. All over the South, wherever "pain and anguish wrung the brow" of their defenders, women became " minister- ing angels." Even those who had been bereft of their own sup- pressed their tears, stifled the cry of bleeding hearts, and, by unwearied attention to living sufferers, strove to honor their dead. Self-abnegation was, during the war, a word of meaning intense and real. Its spirit had its dwelling-place in the souls of faithful women, looked out from the bright eyes of young girls, whose tender feet were newly set in a thorny pathway, as well CONFEDERATE WOMEN. 207 as from the pale, stricken faces of those whose hearts the thorn had pierced. Among the tender and true women with whom I have corresponded since the war is the mother of Colonel Eobadeaux Wheat, the noble Louisianian who fell at Gaines's Mill. I have several of her letters by me, written in the tremulous hand of one who had passed her seventy-ninth birthday, but glowing with love for the cause^ and fondest pride in the sons who died in its defence. It is touching to see how she clings to and cherishes the record, given by his companions in arms, of " Eobadeux's" last hours on earth, when, in the early morning, before going forth to battle, his heart seemed to return to the simple faith of his boyhood, and, gathering his subordinate officers around him in his tent, he read reverently the service of praj^er which committed himself and them to the protection of the God of battles. Mrs. Wheat's letters are, I think, among the most beautiful and touching I ever read, yet sprightly and interesting. Believing that all my readers will feel an interest in the mother of glorious "Bob Wheat," I will here transcribe a small portion. In one letter she says, — "I am, thank God, in excellent health for one aged seventy-eight. My husband was born in this city (Washington, D. C.) in the year one, he says. " We shall soon celebrate the fifty-ninth anniversary of our marriage, and he is deeply engaged upon some * post-nuptial lines' for me." In another, — " I want to send you a sword and flag for the Expo- sition. How I wish I could take it to New Orleans, where I lived many years when my husband was rector 208 MEMORIES. of St. Paul's Church ! You know, our second son, I. T. Wheat, was Secretary of the Secession Committee when Louisiana seceded, also Secretary of the Legislature. He was killed at Shiloh at the same hour as General Sydney Johnston, and is buried in l^ashville. We are hoping to have the dear brother's monument in Holly- wood, Eichmond, where both beloved ones shall rest in the same grave." .... In conclusion, " Our love and blessings rest ever on yourself and all friends of our hero sons. Truly yours, in Christian fellowship, " Selima Wheat." Here is the record of another mother, who is to this day proud of the splendid record made by her sons, and devoted in the memory of the cause. At the commencement of the war there lived in Sharon, Mississippi, Mr. and Mrs. O'Leary, surrounded by a family of five stalwart sons. Mrs. Catharine O'Leary was a fond and loving mother, but also an unfaltering patriot, and her heart was fired with love for the cause of Southern liberty. Therefore, when her brave sons, one after the other, went forth to battle for the right, she bade them God-speed. "Be true to your God and your country," said this noble woman, " and never disgrace your mother by flinching from duty." Her youngest and, perhaps, deai-est was at that time only fifteen. For a while she felt that his place was by her side ; but in 1863, when he was barely seven- teen, she no longer tried to restrain him. Her trembling hands, having arrayed the last beloved boy for the sac- rifice, rested in blessings on his head ere he went forth. Eepressing the agony which swelled her heart, she calmly bade him, also, " Do your whole duty. If you must die, let it be with your face to the foe." And so went forth James A. O'Leary, at the tender age of seven- CONFEDERATE WOMEN. 209 teen, full of ardor and hope. He was at once assigned to courier duty under General Loring. On the 28th of July, 1864, at the battle of Atlanta, he was shot through the hip, the bullet remaining in the wound, causing in- tense suffering, until 1870, when it was extracted, and the wound healed for the first time. Notwithstanding this wound, he insisted upon returning to his command, which, in the mean time, had joined Wood's regiment of cavalry. This was in 1865, and so wounded he served three months, surrendering with G-eneral Wirt Adams at Gainesville. A short but very glorious record. This j^oung hero is now residing in Shreveport, Louisiana, is a successful physician, and an honored member of the veteran association of that city, — Dr. James A. O'Leary. Of his brothers, the oldest, Ignatius S. O'Leary, served throughout the war, and is now a prominent druggist of Yicksburg, Mississippi. Dr. Eichard O'Leary, surgeon P. A. 0. S., now prac- tises medicine in Yicksburg. Cornelius O'Leary, badly wounded at the battle of Fredericksburg, lay on the field for hours with the legions of friend and foe alternately charging over him. After a long illness he recovered, and is now a planter near Sharon, Mississippi. John Pearce O'Leary was killed in the battle of the Wilderness. Mrs. O'Leary still lives in Sharon. The old fire is unquenched. There are two names of patriotic women which will always awaken in every Southern heart profound vener- ation, and imperishable love and gratitude, — women who devoted themselves so entirely, so continuously to the soldiers of the Confederacy as to obliterate self, uncon- sciously winning for themselves the while a name and fame which history will proudly record. o 18* 210 MEMORIES. Their names — written in many hearts, fondly cherished in the homes of veterans whose children are taught to revere them — are Mrs. Buck Morris and Mrs. L. M. Cald- well. Mrs. Morris was by birth a Kentuckian, but at the beginning of the war resided with her husband, a promi- nent and wealthy lawyer, in Chicago, Illinois. Her sympathies, always Southern, became strongly en- listed upon the side of the unfortunate prisoners at Camp Douglas. Both Judge Morris and his wife were deeply implicated in the plot to release these men. Their home in Chicago was a place of secret rendezvous for Southern- ers who, in the interest of these prisoners, were secretly visiting Chicago. By some means constant communication with the prisoners was established, and if they still suffered hor- ribly, hope revived among them for a while, and her blessed presence lightened their burdens. Mrs. Morris well knew that by implicating herself in the plot she was placing herself and husband in a position to suffer in their own persons and property in case of failure. Death would be the most probable consequence. Yet she risked it all. To use her own words, copied from a letter which I received from her shortly before her death, '' I did help my suffering, starving countrymen, who were subjected to the horrors of Camp Douglas. I loved them with all the sympathy and pride of a mother, and I did spend upon them every dollar of my own money and as much of my husband's as I could get by fair means or foul in my hands. " At the close of the war we found ourselves broken in health and fortune, but my husband had still enough left for our support ; but the great Chicago fire swept our all away. "Should my health improve, I wish to make an effort to send you a fuller account, and to add my small morsel CONFEDERATE WOMEN. 211 of praise to the gallantry and patient endurance of the most bitter and maddening trials that men were ever called upon to endure. " One unselfish action I would like to have recorded of a member of J. H. Morgan's command, the same to which my dear friend Colonel B. F. Forman belonged, and he can tell you how proud all Kentucky was of her brave boys. This is what I wish to write, because I like to have every noble deed recorded. After my good brother, Ex-G-overnor Blackman (who has administered medicine whenever I needed it), removed to Tennessee, and I felt the attack coming on from which I have so long and so severely suffered, I applied to Dr. E. Wilson Thompson for medical advice, and, receiving it, put my hand in my pocket. He said, almost sternly, ' No, no, Mrs. Morris, do not attempt that; you cannot do it,' and, rising abruptly, left the house. Eeturning the second day, he said, ' I fear you did not understand me, Mrs. Morris : I feel as every Confederate soldier feels, or ought to feel, — that he could never do enough for you ; we could never receive pay from you for anything.' And so for the last five months he, although like many of our brave boys has had many hardships to endure, and his constitution shattered, has come through snow and sleet night and day to minister to the relief of an old woman who onty did her duty to him and his people twenty long years ago. How few remember to be grateful so long ! Present my best love to my old friend B. F. For- man. I remain always your friend and well-wisher, "Mrs. Mary B. Morris. "Spring Station, Kentucky." From one of the many Louisiana soldiers who re- ceived, at the hands of Mrs. Caldwell, the tender care and excellent nursing which doubtless saved his life, I 212 MEMORIES. have received a description of the "Refuge," which, during three years of the war, was opened to Louisiana soldiers ; not to oflScers, although a few personal friends of Mr. and Mrs. Caldwell were there by special invita- tion ; but it was understood that none but private sol- diers were expected without an invitation, while all privates were welcomed as to a home. "The 'Refuge,' the residence of John E. Caldwell during the war, was situated in Amherst County, Vir- ginia, about three and a half miles from Lynchburg. The residence was of peculiar build, having more the appearance of the Queen Anne style of architecture than any else, and was probably the only house in that section of country where the constructor had diverged from the accepted style for a country residence, hence, even in its isolated situation, it was known far and wide. The estate comprised an area of about eight hundred acres, and was cultivated in wheat, corn, etc. The route to it from Lynchburg lay, for about a mile and a half, along the north side of the James River, from which the road turned at almost right angles toward the north, over an undulating country, and through a long lane, which was part of the farm. "The house stood about fifty yards from the road, and presented a rather picturesque appearance, the lawn being surrounded by a fence, outside of which and in front of the house a circular lawn had been laid out, around which was the carriage drive. " There were four rooms on the ground floor of the house, and two in the main building up-stairs, and two additional rooms which had been added, but were so situated that an accurate description would be hard to give, and perhaps harder to understand after giving. " The house faced nearly east, and had a porch up- and down-stairs, and on the north side a gallery. There CONFEDERATE WOMEN. 213 were the usual out-houses, and a feature of the place was the spring, which was situated at the foot of the hill upon which the house stood. Water was supplied from this spring by means of a ram-pump with pipes. Around the spring was a growth of very fine walnut- and chestnut-trees, which made it a very cool retreat during the warm daj^s of summer. A large orchard of apples, plums, and peaches was immediately in the rear of the residence. Between the farm and the road which led from Lynchburg to Amherst Court-House, a distance of about two miles, was a thick growth of woods, consisting principally of chestnut-trees. " The whole face of the country consisted of hills and dales, and was rather rugged ; the soil rather poor, probably having been exhausted by long cultivation. The nearest house was fully a mile distant, that section of country being but sparsely settled." Their painful journey thitherward ended, just imagine what it must have been to these suffering men to arrive at such a haven of rest ! — a " refuge" indeed. Think of the cool, breezy chambers, clean and white and fragrant, like ho7ne, of the tender ministry of that gentle woman, whose loving service was theirs to command, of the country food, of the cool, sj^arkling water from the spring under the oaks, held to fevered lips by ever-ready hands, while the favored patients drank at the same time draughts of sympathy from eyes whose kindly glances fell upon the humblest as upon their very own. The excellence and faithfulness of the nursing is fully proved by the fact that while three or four hundred patients were sent to this blessed "Kefuge," no mor- tality occurred among the soldiers, the only death being that of a little son of Captain Laurence Nichols, who had fallen in battle at Gaines's Mill, and whose widow found in this lovely, hospitable home a temporary rest- 214 MEMORIES. ing-place for the body of her gallant husband, and shel- ter for herself and child, a lovely boy of three years, who was thence transferred to the arms of the Good Shep- herd. Sad, indeed, were the hearts of the little band of women gathered at the " Refuge." The trials of the bereaved wife and mother were in- deed sore and hard to be borne, but she could go to the graves of her dead and there pray for faith to look up- ward, where she knew her treasures were safe for time and for eternity. Under the same roof the wife of General Francis T. Nichols passed days and nights of agonizing suspense. Her husband was wounded and a prisoner. She knew he had suffered amputation of an arm, but could learn nothing more. Rumors were fear- ful enough to distress the young wife, whose trembling heart was filled with foreboding. Every few days re- ports that seemed true startled her, — he was dead. Alas ! it might be true, for how could he live in the midst of enemies to whom his high spirit would not bend, wounded, suffering, deprived of the loving care for which he pined ? Again, he had tried to escape in the garb of a peddler, and had been taken up as a spy (which no one who knew him believed). In that sad household Mrs. Caldwell's duties became onerous and multifarious enough to appall one less stout-hearted or less devoted to the cause. The inmates of the dwelling looked to her for sympathy, advice, nursing, and all kinds of attention, as well as for the comfort which could come only by superexcellent housekeeping. And all this was done, and well done, by one woman, in- spired by supreme devotion to the Confederate cause and its defenders. Truly such a woman deserves to be im- mortalized, to live in history long after the hearts that now enshrine her image shall have ceased to beat. Later, larger hospital accommodation having been CONFEDERATE WOMEN. 215 provided, it became difficult to obtain permission for private soldiers to leave the wards to which they had been assigned. Mr. and Mrs. J. Edwards Caldwell then resolved to fill up the " Eefuge" with their own friends among the officers, saying to each other, " We will do all the good we can, and will agree to sustain each other in any course without consulting." Very sick and very badly- wounded patients were now sent to Mrs. Caldwell. In fact, cases which were considered hopeless, but linger- ing, were despatched from the hospital to the "Eef- uge" to die, but not one of them did what was expected of him. The efforts of Mrs. Caldwell were blessed of God, and her patients, without exception, improved. One of these was Lawson Lewis Davis, of New Orleans, wounded at Frazier's Mills, near Eichmond. He was suffering from a terrible wound, the cap of the shoulder having been removed. He suffered for a whole year before recovering. A still more remarkable case was that of Captain Charles Knowlton, Tenth Louisiana Eegiment. He was wounded in the knee in November, 1863, and was at once invited to the "Eefuge," but, having recession of the knee, was compelled to remain undcr°surgical treatment until April, 1864, when he was sent to Mrs. Caldwell, and remained nine months more under her care. An order had been issued that in all such cases amputation should be performed, but Dr. Eeid, of Eichmond, his attendant surgeon, decided to attempt to save the limb, and was successful. Out of many cases of the kind, this was the only one recorded where amputation was avoided and the patient's life was saved. Captain Knowlton now resides near Hopevilla, East Baton Eouge, Louisiana, is married, and has two chil- dren. Another desperate case was that of John McCor- 216 MEMORIES. mick, from whose leg nearly all the bones were removed, but who also recovered. There were, besides, three men sick of fever and dj^sentery, desperately ill, considered hopeless when sent to the "Eefuge," but who all recovered. This is certainly a remarkable record, and one to be proud of. Among the patients was that noble patriot. Colonel Alcibiades de Blanc, of St. Martin's Parish, Louisiana, of whom Lousianians proudly relate that he refused to be made a brigadier-general, saying he did not feel competent to fill such a position, and was content to serve his country as a private soldier, feeling that no position could be more honorable. Of Company K, Eighth Louisiana, and Company H, Seventh Louisiana, nearly all the sick and wounded en- joyed, at one time or another during the war, the hos- pitalities of the " Eefuge." G-eneral Hays was a personal friend and honored guest. Henry "Weir Baker there recovered from typhoid fever. This gentleman was a member of Washington Artillery, a distinction which is enough of itself, without an added word of praise. He is now residing in 'Nqw Orleans, a successful journalist, and has been untiring in his patriotic efforts to develop the splendid resources of Louisiana. Fred Washington, of New Orleans, was also saved to his country by the kindly attentions of Mrs. Caldwell. He also is an hon- ored citizen of New Orleans, engaged as a journalist, and is one of the faithful few who do not forget. He is an active member of the association A. N. Ya., always "to the fore" when opportunities occur to honor the dead Confederates or to succor the living. Of the hundreds who now live to remember with liveli- est gratitude the "Eefuge" they once found from the hor- rors and toils and pains of battle, and the gentle hostess who so unweariedly ministered to them, I can gather only CONFEDERATE WOMEN. 217 a few names besides those already mentioned, — those of Lieutenant Brooks, Seventh Louisiana; Dr. Henry Larreux, ; Lieutenant Henri Puisson, Tenth Louisiana. Mr. and Mrs. Caldwell were New Orleans people. Their temporary home in Virginia was taken with the definite object in view of offering a "refuge" to sick and wounded Louisiana soldiers. She is, of course, proud of its "record" and her own, but simply says in her letter to me, " On opening the ' Eefuge' (Mr. John Edwards Caldwell said to his wife) we will each do all we find to do, and all we can do, without consulting or telling each other what we do. And this we carried out." While seeking materials for this sketch, I have inter- viewed several of the veterans who were in Yirginia her guests and patients. I had but to mention her name to ask, "Do you know Mrs. Caldwell, of the 'Refuge?' " and forthwith the eyes of stern men grew misty, and an indescribable look brightened careworn faces, the look I know so well and have learned to think more beauti- ful than " any light that falls on land or sea." " Know her! Why, but for her I must have died." Thus to become of blessed memory is worth a lifetime of toil and self-devotion. And yet the cause and its defenders were worth it all, and more. As far as the wounded and sick soldiers are concerned, I am sure that Mrs. Caldwell, equally with myself and all others, who during the war were so blessed as to be permitted to minister to them, will be willing to declare that magnificent as were their brave deeds, their patient endurance seemed almost "the better part of valor." There is one bright, shining record of a patriotic and tireless woman which remains undimmed when placed beside that of the most devoted of Confederate women : I refer to Mrs. Rose Rooney, of Company K, Fifteenth K 19 218 MEMORIES. Louisiana Regiment, who left New Orleans in June, 1861, and never deserted the " b'ys" for a day until the surrender. She was no hanger-on about camp, but in everything but actual fighting was as useful as any of the boys she loved with all her big, warm, Irish heart, and served with the undaunted bravery which led her to risk the dangers of every battle-field where the regiment was engaged, unheeding the zip of the minies, the shock of shells, or the horrible havoc made by the solid shot, so that she might give timely succor to the wounded or comfort the dying. When in camp she looked after the comfort of the regiment, both sick and well, and many a one escaped being sent to the hospital because Rose attended to him so well. She managed by some means to keep on hand a stock of real coffee, paying at times thirty- five dollars per pound for it. The surrender almost broke her heart. Her defiant ways caused her to be taken prisoner, I will give in her own words an account of what followed. *' Sure, the Yankees took me prisoner along with the rest. The next day, when they were changing the camps to fix up for the wounded, I asked them what would they do with me. They tould me to ' go to the divil.' I tould them, ' I've been long enough in his company ; I'd choose something better.' I then asked them where any Confederates lived. They tould me about three miles through the woods. On my way I met some Yankees. They asked me, 'What have you in that bag?' I said, * Some rags of my own.' I had a lot of rags on the top, but six new dresses at the bottom ; and sure I got off with them all. Then they asked me if I had any money. I said no ; but in my stocking I had two hundred dollars in Confederate money. One of the Yankees, a poor divil of a private soldier, handed to me three twenty-five cents CONFEDERATE WOMEN. 219 of Yaiikee money. I said to him, ' Sure, you must be an Irishman.' ' Yes,' said he. I then went on till I got to the house. Mrs. Crump and her sister were in the yard, and about twenty negro women — no men. I had not a bite for two days, nor any water, so I began to cry from weakness. Mrs. Crump said, ' Don't cry, you are among friends.' She then gave me plenty to eat, — hot hoe-cake and buttermilk. I stayed there fifteen days, superintend- ing the cooking for the sick and wounded men. One- half of the house was full of Confederates, and the other of Yankees. They then brought us to Burkesville, where all the Yankees were gathered together. There was an ould doctor there, and he began to curse me, and to talk about all we had done to their prisoners. I tould him, 'And what have you to say to what you done to our poor fellows?' He tould me to shut up, and sure I did. They asked me fifty questions after, and I never opened me mouth. The next day was the day when all the Con- federate flags came to Petersburg. * I had some papers in my pocket that would have done harrum to some people, so I chewed them all up and ate them, but I wouldn't take the oath, and I never did take it. The flags were brought in on dirt-cars, and as they passed the Federal camps them Yankees would unfurl them and shake them about to show them. My journey from Burkesville to Petersburg was from eleven in the morn- ing till eleven at night, and I sitting on my bundle all the way. The Yankee soldiers in the car were cursing me, and calling me a damn rebel, and more ugly talk. I said, ' Mabbe some of you has got a mother or wife ; if so, you'll show some resj^ect for me.' Then they were quiet. I had to walk three miles to Captain Buckner's headquarters. The family were in a house near the battle-ground, but the door was shut, and I didn't know who was inside, and I couldn't see any light. I sat down 220 MEMORIES. on the porch, and thought I would have to stay there all night. After a while I saw a light coming from under the door, and so I knocked ; when the door was opened and they saw who it was, they were all delighted to see me, because they were afraid I was dead. I wanted to go to Eichmond, but would not go on a Yankee transporta- tion. When the brigade came down, I cried me heart out because I was not let go on with them. I stayed three months with Mrs. Cloyd, and then Mayor Rawle sent me forty dollars and fifty more if I needed it, and that brought me home to New Orleans." Mrs. Kooney is still cared for and cherished by the veterans of Louisiana. At the Soldiers' Home she holds the position of matron, and her little room is a shrine never neglected by visitors to " Camp Nichols." Upon every occasion when the association of A. N. Ya. appear as an association, Mrs. Eooney is with them, an honored and honorary member. Neatly dressed, her cap of the real Irish pattern surmounting her face, beaming with pride in " the 6'ys." In fiery patriotism, unfaltering devotion, defiant cour- age the women of New Orleans had no rival, save the women of Baltimore. I know no other place where the fiery furnace was so hot, the martyrdom so general or so severe. In both instances the iron hand of des- potism failed to crush or subdue. Women continued to give aid and comfort to Con- federate soldiers in hospital and prison, using every art they possessed to accomplish their ends. The sick were nursed and fed and comforted. Prisoners were assisted to escape, concealed until they could be spirited away, while their fair friends bravely faced and dared the con- sequences of discovery, never hesitating to avow their partisanship, crying, " If this be treason, make the most of it." A dozen arrests among these devotees did no CONFEDERATE WOMEN. 221 good, for their name was legion. Every house was a nest of " treason ;" for here dwelt the women whose best beloved were Confederate soldiers. And when the end came, when the bravest soldiers returned, wretched and despairing, even weeping bitter tears within the faithful arms that sheltered them, the faces which bent above them still bravely smiled. Be- loved voices whispered of encouragement and hope, patient hearts assumed burdens under which men fainted and failed. From the root of patriotism, deeply buried in the hearts of Southern women, sprung a new and vigorous* "** growth. Its tendrils overspread and concealed desolate places ; the breath of its flowers filled all the land, steal- ing over the senses like an invigorating breeze. " There is life in the old land yet," said men to each other. Let us cherish and develop it. And so, once more each lifted his heavy burden, and finding it unex- pectedly lightened, turned to find at his side, no longer a helpless clinging form which should hamper his every step, but a true woman, strong in the love which defied discouragement, " with a heart for any fate," a helpmeet^ indeed, who hereafter would allow no burden to remain unshared. Thus faithful to the living, the women of the South never forgot their dead heroes. At first it was impossi- ble to do more than to " keep green" their sacred graves, or to deposit thereon a few simple flowers, but the earliest rays of the sun of prosperity fell upon many a "storied urn and animated bust," raised by tireless love and self-sacrifice, to mark "the bivouac of the dead." In connection with one of these, erected by the ladies of ^N'ew Orleans, in Greenwood Cemetery, I know an anecdote which has always seemed to me par- ticularly beautiful and touching, as illustrative of an 19* 222 MEMORIES. exquisite sentiment which could have had its birth only in the heart of a true and tender woman. After the removal of the bones of the Confederate soldiers, who had died in and about J^ew Orleans, from their lowly graves to their last resting-place, under their grand and beautiful monument, many people repaired thither as to a shrine. Among them appeared one evening Mrs. H , a sister of the gallant and ever-lamented Major Nelligan, of the First Louisiana. After viewing the monument, Mrs. H strolled over among the graves, and there came upon a few bones of Confederate sol- diers, which had been accidentally left upon the ground. They seemed to her so precious, so sacred, that they must have sepulchre; but how should she accomplish this end ? J^othing that she had or could get, in short, nothing that had been used would do. Instantly she sought the first store where a piece of new linen could be bought ; returning with it, she reverently laid the bones within it, and, without speaking a word to any one of her intentions, buried them in the garden at home, where they now lie. I have not yet told all I know about Confederate women, nor even the half, nor is it needful that I should. While recounting their history to future generations, Fame will put by her brazen trumpet, yet sing their praises in tones so sweet and clear that all the world shall hear and wonder and admire. CHAPTER YIII. AN INCIDENT OF THE BATTLE OF THE WILDERNESS. These facts were related to me by a Yirginia soldier, and woven by me into a story for the Southern Bivouac. On the night of May 11, 1864, Lee had withdrawn hia forces from a salient point called the " Horseshoe," in consequence of a retrograde or flank movement of the enemy opposite that point. A battery of artillery, con- sisting of four companies, which was to have occupied that point, was removed some two miles back. At early dawn, word was brought that Grant's forces had again, advanced, and the artillery was ordered to return with all speed. Faster and faster they advanced until they reached the top of the hill, in the very toe of the Horse- shoe, to find themselves in the jaws of the enemy. It fell to the lot of a non-commissioned officer of Captain "W. P. Carter's Battery to prepare the ammunition. He first cut the fuse for one second's time. After preparing several shells and receiving no word from his general he made ready several charges of canister, knowing the enemy to be close at hand. Still nobody came for the ammunition. He observed next that the drivers of the limber-chest had dismounted and left their horses, and the horses being without a driver, backed the wheels of the limber over the ammunition. To prevent dam- age, he seized the off-leader by the bridle, turning them back to a front position. While doing this, he dis- tinctly heard the minie-balls crashing through the bones 223 224 MEMORIES. of the horses. Thej did not fall at once, however, and he had just gotten them to a front position, when a forcible blow upon the right shoulder, made by the enemy's color-bearer with the point of his staff, showed him that they were upon him. There was no time to say " good-morning," so he beat a hasty retreat around his limber, " JSauve que pent.'' He had scarcely com- menced to run when he felt a heavy blow about the middle of his back. His thought was, " Can that color- bearer have repeated his blow, or am I struck by a ball, which has deadened the sense of feeling?" There being no flow of blood, however, he concluded he was not much hurt. After a run of forty yai'ds he came to the dry bed of a stream between two hills. Here he paused to reconnoitre. The morning fog and the smoke of battle obscured the view, except close to the ground. Crouch- ing on all-fours, he peered below the cloud of smoke to- ward the crest of the hill where the battery was. He soon saw that the case was hopeless, and the battery in possession of the enemy. Looking to the left, he read in the anxious countenance of an aide-de-camp on horse- back that matters at that point were in a desperate case. Eunning up the bed of the stream, he reached the shelter of the woods on his left. So far he had run parallel to the lijie of battle. When well in the woods, turning at right angles, it seemed that he had made his escape. Meeting just then with an officer of the battery (the only one who escaped) and several comrades, a brief consultation was held, suddenly cut short by a continu- ous roar of musketry in the rear and near the heel of the Horseshoe, showing that the party were in danger of being enclosed and cut off within the circle. The consultation was summarily ended, and flight again re- sumed. This time they ran well out of the Horseshoe and out of danger, stopping not until they met Lee's BATTLE OF THE WILDERNESS. 225 reinforcements going to the front. Here, from a point of safety, they could hear war holding high revelry in the bottom below. Now, for the first time the soldier took occasion to examine his knapsack. A minie-ball had entered the lower part, passing through sixteen folds of tent-cloth, many folds of a blanket, riddling several articles of underwear, and finally burying itself in a small Bible. Such was its force that not a leaf from Kevelations to Genesis remained without impress of the ball, and half the leaves were actually penetrated. Just at this time he was overjoyed to see his brother (about whom he had been painfully anxious) returning to the rear with a company of the Bichmond Howitzers, who, having spent all their ammunition, came to re- plenish their chests. This young man had been color- bearer of the company, and when the battery first reached the hill, had turned to the woods on his left to tie his horse. Hearing a wild yell, which he supposed to be the battle-cry of the Confederates, he joined lustily in the shout and rushed forward bearins: his colors. The foa: and smoke concealing from him the true state of affairs, it was a terrible shock to see, suddenly, the enemy's color floating from the battery. Eealizing for the first time that all was lost, he hastily lowered his flag between the chests of a caisson, and, tearing off the colors, thrust them into his bosom, throwing the staff away. He then ran into the woods and up the lines, where he came upon a company of the Eichmond Howitzers, and served with them until their ammunition was exhausted. A remarkable circumstance connected with the above incident was the fact that, during the confusion and haste following the order for the hasty march, the brothers lost sight of each other, and the elder (who bore the flag) was compelled to gallop to the front, leaving the tent-cloth and blankets, which usually were P 226 MEMORIES. included in the roll behind the saddle, to be carried in the other's knapsack. The first thought of the younger was impatience at the unusual burden he had to carry into battle, but reflection brought with it a feeling (per- haps a premonition), " It is all right and perhaps the means of saving my life." In less than half an hour it had proved indeed a blessing in disguise. The owner of the Bible, then a youth of nineteen, now a minister of the Protestant Episcopal Church, cherishes the book and the minie-ball, not only as a memento of the war, but with feelings of deepest gratitude, which find appropriate expression in the consecration of his life to Him who " protected his head in the day of battle." It is his earnest hope that he may, by the blessing of God, so expound the teaching of that blessed Book as to make it a means of salvation to many souls. CHAPTER IX. FENNER'S LOUISIANA BATTERY. Bear friends, when you read the caption of this page in my book of " Memories," do not accuse me in your hearts of favoritism. Of all soldiers who wore the gray, only one was nearer than others to my heart. I took no special pride in one organization above others, save in the command to which my husband belonged. Surely this is quite natural. Who does not remember the epidemic of blue cock- ades which broke out in New Orleans during the winter of 1860 and 1861, and raged violently throughout the whole city? The little blue cockade, with its pelican button in the centre and its two small streamers, was the distinguishing mark of the "Secessionist." By none was it more universally and proudly worn than by the youth and young men, who, in April, 1861, discarded it with their citizen's dress and began " the wearing of the gray," which they have helped to make a garb of honor and a glory forever. When the Dreaux Battalion embarked for Pensacola, it was with a definite purpose in view, and a certain con- viction that they would at once meet and vanquish the enemy. Their prowess was to teach the Yankee a les- son and to settle matters inside of sixty days. They fully expected to fight, and were eager to begin. Day after day, night after night, they momentarily expected an assault upon Fort Pickens. But they did not expect to be set at the hard duty of digging and wheeling sand 227 228 MEMORIES. hour after hour, and throwing up intrenchments under a burning sun. Then the irksom'eness of being under military disci- pline, which at first was frequently infringed. For in- stance, a party of Orleans Cadets overstayed their leave of absence an hour or two ; " upon our return we found ourselves locked up in the guard-house for four hours and a half." Here is an account of one of the monotonous days, transcribed from a letter of one of the Orleans Cadets, a boy who had been used at home to take his coffee be- fore rising, a late, comfortable breakfast, and to walk down-town at his leisure on the shady side of the street, clad in the cool, white linen suit then so universally worn: "We get up at five o'clock to attend roll-call; at 6.30 get our coffee and our breakfast, which con- sists of crackers and salt pork; at 7.30, back to our tents and pack our knapsack, rub our guns, and get ready for parade at nine o'clock. " We are now drilling at light infantry tactics (Har- dee's), which occupies until eleven. We then wash our clothes, bring wood for the cook, also water and various other things ; dine at two, and again drill at four until dark ; get our supper at seven ; lie around until roll-call at nine ; afterward go to bed to dream of home. " General Bragg has just sent us word that we are to be exempt from hard labor at present." It is not to be supposed that the men were confined to the rations here mentioned. All had money and could buy additional food ; most of the messes had negro servants, who were excellent cooks, and boxes of goodies arrived continually from home. But, as I said before, the strict discipline, combined with deprivation of the glorious fighting in which they had expected to participate, was terribly irksome. FENNERS LOUISIANA BATTERY. 229 It was a most welcome order which transferred them to Yirginia, and to the shady and delightful camping- ground which I have described in a former article (Introductory). An order to join the forces about to engage in the battle of Manassas was countermanded on account of a movement of the enemy which resulted in the " affair" at " Bethel Church." They remained upon the Peninsula under General McGruder, who was successfully holding McClellan in check by appearing at every point assailed by the Federals. "The forces under General IfcGruder were the only obstacle in McOlellan's road to Eichmond. "Under these circumstances, McGruder, with superb rashness, threw out his whole force as skirmishers, along a line of nine or ten miles. " The Dreaux Battalion bore a conspicuous part in all the operations of this campaign." Later, the bat- talion went into winter quarters. Because I wish to contrast the condition of these men during the first part of their service and when, later, they encountered inconceivable hardships and deprivations, I will here give entire a letter from one of the battalion, kindly placed at my disposal, describ- ing the " house-warming" which was given when they moved into winter quarters on the Peninsula : " Camp Kightor, November 29, 1861. "I received yours of the 14th a few days since, and the 20th yesterday, both of which I will answer in one. The half-barrel of sugar was received long since, as you will see by looking over my letter to you about three weeks ago. The sugar came through in good order, also the white sugar, medicine, and coffee; the latter we use sparingly, mixing it with wheat, — one-third coffee and two-thirds wheat. The wheat does not seem to 20 230 MEMORIES. change the flavor in the least. Sweet potatoes are also used in camp in place of coffee, — you dry it, then parch and grind it; we have not tried that method yet on ac- count of the scarcity of potatoes. All our cabins are finished at last ; the tents are used no more to sleep in. Our house-warming has taken place. We made about ten gallons of egg-nog for the occasion ; we used about six dozen eggs. Walton's mess was over, and a good many from the rifles ; various members from both com- panies of the guards. Also the major, doctor, adjutant, and Lieutenant Dunn, Grevot Guards. They say it was the best nog they ever drank; the house was crowded. The nog gave out, and we had to produce the jug. If we had had our sick messmate from Williamsburg, we would have had noise (Noyes) all night, but as it was it only lasted until one o'clock. Everybody in camp seemed to be trying to make more noise than his neigh- bor. Beard told us next day that it was a very well- conducted affair, that everything passed off so quietly with so much nog as that. He evidently went to bed early after he left us. 1 saw Posey yesterday, he was looking badly, seeming to have been troubled with the chills for some time. Since it has become so cold we have had to take the cook in the house, which makes eleven. This boy outsnores creation, beating anything you ever heard ; he woke me up last night, and I thought it was the dog Cadet barking outside at the door. " If you get this before ma sends off the expected-to-be- sent package, and if there is some room, you might put in one blanket. Since we sleep two in a bunk, we spread our blankets across the bunk. Brunet has three, and I have three, which makes it equal to six apiece. Send the blanket ; it shall do its share of warming, I assure you. I suppose what ma sends will be my share of Christmas in ITew Orleans. Our turkeys look droopy, FENNER'S LOUISIANA BATTERY. 231 and there is no telling when they will peg out. We keep the gobbler's spirits up by making him fight. The camp is full of turkeys, and we make ours fight every day. I have plenty of clothes and socks : I have over half a dozen of woollen socks. " The Gopher Mess send their best regards. "Tours affectionately, . " Co. A, Orleans Cadets, " Louisiana Battalion, Williamsburg, Virginia." The formation of Tenner's Louisiana Battery was at- tended by tremendous difficulties and discouragements, patiently met, nobly overcome, by the gallant officer who found himself at last at the head of a company composed of men who, whether considered in the aggre- gate, or as individuals, had not their superiors in the Confederate armies, — intelligently brave, enthusiastic, patriotic, gentlemen by birth, breeding, and education, whom chivalrous devotion to duty forbade ^to murmur at any hardship which fell to their lot. As officers or private soldiers, looking to the future of the Confed- eracy as to something assured ; never despaii'ing, ready to follow wherever and whenever a " hope" was led, no matter how " forlorn." The record of this little band of devoted patriots has never been thoroughly known or understood as it de- serves to be. Only once has its history appeared in print, — upon the occasion of a reunion of the command held in 'New Orleans, May 12, 1884. With great pride I transfer to these pages part of an article which then appeared in the Times- Democrat of that date : "As the term of service (twelve months) of the corps began to approach its end. Captain Charles E. Fenner, commanding the company of Louisiana Guards, con- ceived the idea of raising a battery of artillery. He 232 MEMORIES. had no difficulty in getting the men, a sufficient num- ber volunteering at once from the battalion, but he en- countered other most disheartening obstacles. The War Department had not the means of equipping the artillery- companies already in service, and authorized to be raised, and he could only obtain the authority to raise this bat- tery on condition of furnishing his own armament of guns. He succeeded, however, in making arrangements with his friends in New Orleans to furnish the guns, and the battery had been made and was ready for him in New Orleans, when the city fell, and it was captured. " Upon the discharge of the battalion, however, he changed his rendezvous to Jackson, Mississippi, and proceeded there to try and accomplish his object. Many of those who intended to join him looked upon his enterprise as so hopeless that they abandoned it and joined other commands. A sufficient number, however, rallied around him at Jackson, Mississippi, and, on the 4th of Majj, 1862, his company was organized by the election of officers, and on the 16th was mustered into service. Meantime, the chance of getting an armament was hopeless indeed. At last, however, Captain Fenner found, lying abandoned by the railroad, the ruins of a bat- tery, which had been destroyed on the eve of evacuating New Orleans, under the apprehension that it would have to be left, but was subsequently brought off. The guns were spiked and rammed with wads and balls, the spokes and felloes of the w^heels were cut, the trails hacked to pieces, and all the ordinary means of disabling a battery had been resorted to. The task of reconstructing this ruined battery was undertaken, and, after much difficulty, successfully accomplished. " Then came the trouble of obtaining horses, harness, and other equipments, which had to be wrested from reluctant and ill-supplied quartermasters and ordnance- FENNER'S LOUISIANA BATTERY. ^ 233 officers. At last, however, all difficulties were over- come. A few weeks of active drilling, and Fenner's Battery was ready for the field. On August 20, 1862, it received marching-orders for Port Hudson. Arrived there just after the evacuation of Baton Eouge by the Federal forces. Ordered on to Baton Eouge. Eemained there a few days, when the battery returned to Port Hudson with the exception of one section, which was left with one regiment of infantry to occupy the city. Held it till retaken by the Federals in December, when our small force successfully evacuated it under the fire of the enemy's gunboats, and before the advance of their infantry, which had landed. The battery re- mained at Port Hudson, participating in all the opera- tions of the forces there till May 1, 1863, when it was ordered to Williams's Bridge to intercept Grierson's raid, arriving there a few hours after the raid had passed. " May 7. Ordered to Jackson, Mississippi, with Marcy's Brigade. ''Participated in the Big Black campai'gn of General Johnston. " In position at Jackson, and engaged in the fighting around that place from 10th to 16th of July, losing several men killed and wounded. "After the evacuation of Jackson, retreated with John- ston's army to Forrest and Morton. Thence to Enter- prise, and from there to Mobile, and remained there till November 21, 1863, when ordered to the Army of Ten- nessee. "Eeached Dalton November 27, just after the defeat at Missionary Eidge. " Spent the winter in building winter-quarters succes- sively at Dalton and Kingston, which were evacuated before occupied. " On the 1st of May, 1864, General Sherman advanced 20* 234 • MEMORIES. from Chattanooga toward Dal ton, and the great Georgia campaign commenced. From that time till the 1st of September following, the Army of Tennessee was almost constantly engaged with the enemy. "May 8 to 12. Battery in position at Mill Creek G-ap, near Dalton, and engaged with the enemy. They fell back to Eesaca. Engaged on the 14th of May in sup- porting charge by Stewart's Division upon the enemy. " On the 15th, battle of Oostenaula. The battery was divided, one section on each side of a battery in a forti- fied work. The charg-c of the enemy was most desper- ate, and they captured and held the fortification, but were repulsed from the front of each section of Fenner's Battery, which held their positions till night, and then evacuated. Eetreat of the army was continued to Cal- houn, Adairsville, Cassville, Centerville; engaged more or less at each of those points. - " On the 25th of May occurred the battle of New Hope Church, one of the finest fights of the war. It was an assault of the whole of Hooker's Corps on Stewart's Division. The attack was almost a complete surprise. Fenner's Battery went into position at a gallop, had several horses killed while unlimbering, and fired canis- ter at the first dischai'ge. The engagement was con- tinuous for two hours, during the whole of which time, owing to the thickness of the woods, the enemy's skir- mishers were enabled to maintain their position within from fifty to one hundred yards, but their repeated charges were well repulsed. The enemy's loss was ter- rific, admitted to be over two thousand, far exceeding the number of our men engaged. Fenner's Battery lost twenty-three men killed and wounded, and nearly all of its horses, and was specially complimented in orders for gallantry and efficiency. " From this point, in continual conflict with the enemy, FENNER'S LOUISIANA BATTERY. 235 the army gradually fell back till it reached Atlanta, around which continuous fighting was kept up, until its evacuation on the 2d of September. " Ist September. Battle of Jonesboro', in which the battery was engaged. " This may be considered the end of the Georgia cam- paign. " After brief rest at Lovejoy's Station, the army com- menced its long march to Tennessee by Centre, Jackson- ville, G-adsden, and Florence. "Left Florence November 20; arrived at Columbia, Tennessee, and struck the enemy there November 26. Enemy evacuate on the 28th. " November 30. Battle of Franklin. " December 2. Eeached Nashville. "December 6. Fenner's Battery was ordered to join General Forrest's command at Murfreesboro' j partici- pated in the battle of Murfreesboro' on the 8th, and was still with Forrest when the battles of Nashville were fought, on the 15th and 16th, and the great retreat com- menced. " In this fight, which is called the second of Murfrees- boro', it will be remembered that Bates's Infantry Divis- ion was stampeded early in the action, causing the loss of several guns of the Fifth Company, Washington Artillery. On this occasion (one of the few instances, if not the only one during the war) six pieces of field artillery, being four Napoleons of Fenner's Battery and two rifled pieces of Missouri Battery, placed in position by General For- rest, — their horses having been sent to the rear across Stone Eiver, — held the line for three-quarters of an hour against the enemy's entire force until the infantry and wagons had safely crossed the river on the only bridge half a mile in the rear. " As soon as the news reached Forrest, his command 236 MEMORIES. started across from Murfreesboro' to join the main column at Columbia. There was no turnpike, the roads were in awful condition, the horses reduced and broken down, and a continuous rain pouring down. Two of the guns reached Columbia in safety ; the other two would have been brought through but for the swell- ing of a creek by the rain, which it was impossible to cross, — the onl}^ guns the battery ever lost. The men remained by them alone till Columbia was evacuated by our forces and the enemy within a mile of them, when they destroyed their pieces, swam Duck Eiver, and started after the army. The terrors of the retreat from Tennessee in midwinter, the men shoeless, without blankets, and almost without clothes, need not be re- counted here. "January 10. The battery reached Columbus, Missis- sippi. "January 31. Ordered to Mobile. Eemained there as heavy artillery till 11th of April, when it was evacuated ; go up the river to Demopolis ; from there to Cuba Station, Meridian, where, on the 10th of May, arms are laid down and the battery with the rest of Greneral Taylor's army." A member of the battery, who was an exceptional soldier, and who still cherishes and venerates everything that reminds him of the glorious past, has kindly placed in my hands some letters which I am permitted to copy and here subjoin, feeling sure that they will prove quite as interesting as the numerous documents of the kind published in the "lives" of those high in authority, although they contain only the experience of a young private soldier, conveyed in dutiful letters to his mother. Some of these will suggest the changes which befell the soldiers who gave the house-warming in Yirginia, and the difference between the first and last years of the war. FENNER'S LOUISIANA BATTERY. 237 " Near New Hope Church, Georgia, " May 26, 1864. "My Dear, — Knowing that you will be anxious to hear from me and the company after the late fight, I avail myself of the first opportunity to write. Stewart's Division of Hood's Corps arrived in the vicinity of the Church yesterday morning. Soon after skirmishes com- menced, moving a mile oif, and gradually approached us. By 3 P.M. it commenced to near us, and 5 p.m. found us galloping into position. Clayton's Brigade supported us behind log works, which served as an excellent shelter for us from the minies. The Yankees ap- proached under cover of the woods to within two or three hundred yards, where they made their lines. As soon as we could see where they were we commenced firing into them, and kept it up until the ammunition of the limber was expended. They made several charges, but were repulsed by the infantry and artillery each time. Our loss was heavy (artillery), the infantry not being as much exposed as we were ; their casualties were slight. At our howitzer Willie Brunet was killed after firing some fifteen rounds. He was killed in the act of giving the command to fire, the ball piercing him above the left eye. Early had four wounded, — viz., Yaudry, painfully in the breast ; J, T. Pecot, painfully in the back ; Eaton, in the wrist ; Corporal J , ball in the side. At Carly's piece none were killed, but McGrath and Joe Murphy were shot through the arm, — the latter it is thought will lose his arm, — and young Ford. At Woester's piece, E. A. Bridges was killed , Joe Bridges was shot in the leg ; McCarty, in the foot ; Dunbar, in the thigh ; Lieutenant Cluverius, wounded in the side; Joe Eeeves, through the leg; St. G-ermain, foot. The loss in horses was heavy. Woester had all eight horses of his piece killed, and his riding-horse. 238 MEMORIES. Lieutenant Cluverius lost his horse 'Eebel/ who was shot in the Iiead, and died. Our detachment had three wounded; the horses saved themselves by running away. In all, we lost twenty-three, and perhaps more. Stanford was on our left, they lost about fifteen killed and wounded ; Oliver, sixteen. John Cooper has a welt on his shin from a spent ball ; John was driving and lost both horses. I was number six at the limber until Willie was killed, when I acted as gunner. ^ McGregor ranks me, and hereafter I expect to be caisson-corporal. General Clayton paid us the very highest compliment upon the manner in which the guns were managed ; 'too flattering to be repeated,' as Captain Fenner re- marked. ' Owing to the loss in horses, men, and ammu- nition expended,' we were relieved and sent to the rear to replenish. A couple of days may right us, when we will again be in the front. Stewart did the fighting yesterday; I don't believe any other division was en- gaged. A part of Polk's (if not all) arrived about mid- night. Since Polk's Corps joined us, I have found several acquaintances, among whom are John Butler, lieutenant of engineers; the two Spencer boys, in Cowan's Battery ; and Ed. Hoops, in Tenth Mississippi. They were all apparently well when I saw them last, and inquired particularly of you. " EespectfuUy Yours, I enclose a letter that we received from General Clay- ton on a copy of the letter to the captain, with an ex- tract from the general's report of the battle of New Hope Church : "Headquarters, Clayton's Brigade, " June 7, 1864. " Captain, — I take pleasure in making for you the fol- lowing extract from my report of the battle of New FENNER'S LOUISIANA BATTERY. 239 Hope Church. With renewed expression of the pro- foundest acknowledgments for the signal service you did the country, and particularly my brigade, of which every officer and man speak in the highest terms, " Believe me, dear captain, " Yours always, " A. D. Clayton, " Brigadier-General." (" Extract:') " For its conduct in the engagement too much praise cannot be awarded to Fenner's Louisiana Battery, which occupied a position along my line. Although the enemy came within fifty or sixty yards of the guns, every officer and man stood bravely to his post." The following letter describing a Christmas dinner in 1864 presents so true a picture of the situation, and at the same time so well illustrates the soldierly spirit of the battery, that I publish it in full : " KiENZA, Mississippi, January 4, 1865. " My dear Mother, — An opportunity of writing now offers, — the first since our leaving Florence, before going on our Tennessee campaign, which has finally terminated so disastrously for us. Had orders been obeyed and carried out at Spring Hill, there never would have been a fight at Nashville. By some misunderstanding, the Yankee army was allowed to cross at the above-named place without being attacked. We followed on their tracks to Franklin, picking up stragglers and prisoners all along the way, to the amount of several hundred. " We left Columbia at daylight, marched twenty-three miles, and fought the battle of Franklin before dark. Our battery did not take part in the battle : we were in position, but, owing to the close proximity of the two armies, could not fire, — we were under fire, but no one 240 MEMORIES. was hurt. Stewart's and Cheatam's Corps with one division from our corps, fought the battle. I passed over the field next morning and saw enough for never wanting to see another such field. The men were actu- ally lying in some portions of the trenches three deep. Ours being the attacking party suff'ered severely, — almost an equal loss to the Yankees. Our loss was about forty-five hundred, and theirs five thousand, including prisoners. Next day we started for Nashville, eighteen miles distant. Our battery remained there till the 5th, when, we were ordered to Murfreesboro' to aid General Forrest in reducing that place. On the 6th we arrived there, took position, and built works. Next day, on account of a flank movement by the enemy, we had to move our position back a mile. Soon the enemy ap- peared in our front, and skirmishing commenced. The infantry fell back, leaving the artillery to do the fighting without one musket to protect us. We stayed as long as we could, when we finally had to follow the footsteps of the infantrymen. The fight — there was none — nothing but a big scare and run. General Forrest sent General Bateman with his division to Nashville, but kept our battery with him. We lost one man at Murfreesboro', I. T. Preston, brother of the Prestons of Carrollton. We stayed in camp for seven days when General Forrest determined to attack again and took one section of the battery with him, — the other section, the one I belong to, was sent to protect his wagon-train. Two days after- wards the army commenced its retreat from Nashville (the particulars of which no doubt you have already learned). Our march was over a muddy and rugged road for fifty miles to Columbia. It was the severest march I ever undertook : we pushed and worked at the wheels all the time. The horses finally broke down, and we had to take oxen and yoke them in and drive FENNERS LOUISIANA BATTERY. 241 them. Can you imagine me up to my knees in mud, barefooted and muddy, with a long pole, driving oxen. It was a .very picturesque scene, and no doubt the * Yankee Illustrators' would pay a good price for such a picture. I was about on a par with two-thirds of the others, and we made as merry as possible under the cir- cumstances. We had no rations, and lived entirely on the people : they treated us splendidly, gave us more than we could eat, and left us duly indebted to them for their many kindnesses. I for one will never forget the hospitality received in Tennessee. We recrossed the Tennessee on the 26th of December. Christmas day was quite an event to us. We were then out of Ten- nessee, in a poor country, and could get very little to eat. All day myself and mess were without food ; late in the evening we saw a butcher-pen and made for it ; all we could get Was oxtails and a little tallow procured by a good deal of industry from certain portions of the beef. One of the boj^s procured a lot of bran and un- bolted flour and at twelve o'clock a^t night we sat down at our Christmas dinner (oxtail soup and biscuit), and if I ever enjoyed a meal I enjoyed that one. The army is retiring to Okolona and the artillery to Columbus, Mis- sissippi. The barefooted men were left here to go by rail. When we get away I cannot say. We had to leave two of our pieces stuck in the mud, the other side of Columbus ; the third piece was thrown in the river ; the fourth piece, the one I am interested in, was saved and represents the battery." And here is the last, written from Demopolis, Ala- bama, April 15, 1865 : "Dear Mother, — You have heard ere this of the evacuation of Mobile, which happened on the day of the eleventh. After the fall of Spanish Fort and -L q 21 242 MEMORIES. Blakely, all hope of holding Mobile was given up. The works around the city were made to be manned by eight thousand, but, after the capture of the garrison at Blakely, our forces were too much reduced to hold the place. When evacuated, the place was not threat- ened, but might have been completely invested in a week's time. All the heavy guns were destroyed : we destroyed seven twenty-four pounders. The total loss of guns must have amounted to three hundred. We left Mobile by boat, and each man with a musket. It is a heavy fall for us who have been in artillery for three years, and now find ourselves as infantrymen, much to our displeasure. As much as I dislike it, I shall keep my musket until something better turns up. ..." The history of the battery, from first to last, is that of the rough soldiers, brave in battle, uncomplaining, cheerful, even jolly^ under the most trying circum- stances, bearing with equanimity the lesser ills of a soldier's life, with unshaken fortitude and undimin- ished devotion to " The Cause," indescribable hardships and discouragements. Proud as I am of their whole record, I must admire the noble spirit which animated these patriots, when, at Mobile, having been deprived of their cannon, they cheerfully shouldered the muskets assigned to them, and were prepared to use them, never dreaming that the bitter end was so near. All soldiers will well under- stand that this was a crucial test of their devotion and patriotism. The exceptional talent which, during the war, these young men freely gave in aid of every charity, was then only budding. Since the war, splendid fruit has ap- peared. FENNERS LOUISIANA BATTERY. 243 Perhaps no single comi^any of veterans numbers among its members more talented and remarkable men, or more prominent and loyal citizens. Of the "boys" who once composed Fenner's Louisi- ana Battery, a goodly number yet survive. The ties of old comradeship bind them closely. Not one forgets the glories of the past. True, " Some names they loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb," but the survivors " close up" the broken ranks, and still preserve, in a marked degree, the esprit du corps which belonged to " The days that are no more." CHAPTEE X. "BOB WHEAT." The Boy and the Man, (Communicated.) In the early summer of 1846, after the victories of Palo Alto and Eesaca de la Palma, the United States Army, under General Zachary Taylor, lay near the town of Matamoras. Visiting the hospital quarters of a re- cently-joined volunteer corps from "the States," I re- marked a bright-eyed youth of some nineteen years, wan with disease, but cheery withal. The interest he inspired led to his removal to army headquarters, where he soon recovered health »and became a pet. This was " Bob Wheat," son of an Episcopal clergyman, and he had left school to come to the war. He next went to Cuba with Lopez, was wounded and captured, but escaped the garroters to follow G-eneral Walker to Nicaragua. Exhausting the capacity of South American patriots to pronounce, he quitted their societj'" in disgust, and joined Garibaldi in Italy, whence his keen scent of combat summoned him home in time to receive a bullet at Manassas. The most complete Dugald Dalgetty pos- sible ; he had " all the defects of the good qualities" of that doughty warrior. Some months after the time of which I am writing, a body of Federal horse was captured in the valley of Yirginia. The colonel commanding, who had dis- mounted in the fray, approached me. A stalwart, with huge moustache, cavalry boots adorned with spurs 244 ''BOB wheat:' 245 worthy of a caballero, slouched hat and plume j he strode along with the nonchalant air of one who had wooed Dame Fortune too long to be cast down by her frowns. Suddenly Major "Wheat near by sprung from his horse with a cry of " Percy, old boy !" " Why, Bob I" was echoed back, and a warm embrace followed. Colo- nel Percy Windham, an Englishman in the Federal service, had parted from Wheat in Italy, where the pleasant business of killing was then going on, and now fraternized with his friend in the manner described. Poor Wheat ! A month later he slept his last sleep on the bloody battle-field of Cold Harbor. He lies there in a soldier's grave. Gallant spirit; let us hope that his readiness to die for his country has made " the scarlet of his sins like unto snow." 21* PART II. FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. CHAPTEE I. NELLY. In the early autumn, on a lovely afternoon, a little girl sat upon the stile which led from a spacious farm- yard into a field of newly-mown wheat. In her hand she held a long switch, and her business was to watch the motions of a large flock of fowls, which, as is usual at harvest-time, had been kept in their coop all day, and only let out for an hour or two, just before sun- set, to run about in the grassy yard, seeking bugs and worms, or other dainties, which they alone know how to find. Of course they could not be allowed in the field before the grain had been safely garnered, so Nelly had been permitted to mount guard upon the stile, the better to observe and control them. She quite felt the importance of the trust, and, holding her switch as proudly as if it had been a sceptre, was eager and quick to discover oc- casions to use it. Many a staid and demure-looking hen, or saucy, daring young chicken, had stolen quite near to her post, stopping every few moments to peer cautiously around, or to peck at a blade of grass or an imaginary worm, as if quite indifferent to the attractions presented 246 I NELLY. 247 by the field beyond, but just as they had come close to the fence, thinking themselves unnoticed, Nelly would jump from her perch, and, with a thwack of the switch, send them squawking back to their companions. At length, however, the child seemed to grow wearj^ of her task. Slowly descending to the ground, she walked toward the barn, and, returning with her apron full of corn, opened the door of the chicken-house, and, having enticed her cliarge within, shut them up for the night. This done, Nelly wandered aimlessly about for a while, then, sitting down upon a large stone, which seemed to have been rolled under a tree just to make a nice seat, she looked around in an impatient and discon- tented manner. The sights and sounds which sur- rounded her were very pleasant, and — one would have imagined — exceedingly attractive to a child. The rays of the declining sun, slanting across the grassy yard, brightened up the low, brown farm-house until the old- fashioned glass door and latticed windows on either side seemed as if brilliantly lighted from within. One might easily have imagined it an enchanted castle. The mossy roof looked as if gilded. In front of the house the well-bucket, hanging high upon the sweep, seemed dropping gold into the depths beneath. On the porch, upon a table scrubbed '' white as the driven snow," were set the bright tin pans ready to receive the evening's milk. Within the house the maids were singing gayly as they passed to and fro preparing a substantial supper for the farmer. Outside, the creak- ing wagons were being driven into the barn-yard. Gentle oxen, released from their daily toil, stood patiently waiting to be fed. Horses, with a great deal of stamping and fuss, were led into the barn. Up the lane came the cow-boy, alternately whistling, singing, and cracking his whip, until at length the drove of 248 MEMORIES. sweet-breathed cows stood lowing at the bars, which, at milking-time, would be let down for them to pass each to her own stall. Nelly seemed to see and hear nothing that was pass- ing around her. The shadow upon her face deepened ; the sweet blue eyes filled with tears. At last she rose, and, crossing the stile, passed rapidly through the wheat-field, climbed a low stone wall and presently came to a green knoll, shaded by a. sycamore-tree, commanding a view of the public road. Here she stood, eagerly gazing down the road, while seemingly struggling to subdue a sorrow which, however, soon found vent in heart-broken sobs. Still searching the road with anxious, tearful eyes, she seemed to hesitate for a while, but at last, after casting many a fearful glance toward the farm-house, the little girl began to descend the high bank, slipping many times, and sadly scratched by the rough gravel and projecting roots of the trees. Having reached the bottom, she did not pause a moment, but drew her light shawl over her head and ran swiftly away. And now let us try to discover the cause of all this trouble. My dear young friends, have you ever heard of a dis- ease called "nostalgia?" A long, hard word, and one which contains a world of terrible meaning. It is a kind of sickness which attacks not only children, but also strong and wise men, who have been known to suffer, nay, even to die, because they could not obtain the only remedy which ever does any good. Nostalgia means homesickness. Poor little Nelly was homesick, and in desperation she had fled, hoping to find, not her own dear. Southern home, for that she knew she could never see again, but the house of her grandmamma, where she had some time NELLY. 249 before left her dear mother. The little girl had, ever since she could remember, lived very happily with her parents in their lovely Virginia home. An only child, she was petted to her heart's content, having scarcely a wish ungratified. But when the war began her papa became a soldier. Nelly thought he looked very grand in his uniform of gray with its red trimmings and bright buttons, and rather liked the idea of having a soldier papa. But after he had gone away she missed him dreadfully. Her mamma was always so pale and sad that the child also grew anxious, and could no longer enjoy her play. At first letters from the absent soldier cheered them, but as the months passed they ceased to hear at all, except the wild rumors which often frightened and distressed the anxious wife. " Maum Winnie," an old negro servant, who claimed to have " raised Mars Ned" (Nelly's papa), now proved a faithful friend and a great comfort to her mistress ; but Nelly, missing the old woman's cheerful talk and the laugh that used often to shake her fat sides, thought she had grown cross and exacting. The bright morning sunlight sometimes made the little girl forget to be sorrowful, and when her "Ponto" came frisking around her, she gladly joined him in a wild romp. Immediately Maum Winnie would appear, the very picture of dignified astonishment, — " Now, Miss Nelly, ain't you 'shame' ? Yer pore mar she bin had a mity onrestless night, an' jes' as she 'bout to ketch a nap o' sleep, yere you bin start all dis 'fusion. Now, her eye dun pop wide open, an' she gwine straight to studyin' agin." The days passed, each made more gloomy by rumors of the near approach of the enemy. At last, one dreadful night, a regiment of Federal sol- diers suddenly appeared, and at midnight Nelly and her mamma were compelled to seek shelter in Maum 250 MEMORIES. Winnie's cabin. The next morning only a heap of smoking ruins remained to show where their sweet home had been. The pjantation owned by Nelly's papa was some three miles distant from the family residence ; therefore, only the few servants necessary for household service lived upon the " home place." Their cabins, somewhat re- moved from the house, had escaped the flames. Maum Winnie's was larger and better furnished than any, and far more attractive in appearance. A rustic fence, built by her old husband, " Uncle Abe" (long since dead), enclosed a small yard, where grew all kinds of bright, gaudy " posies," with here and there a bunch of mint or parsley or sage, and an occasional stalk or two of cabbage. Over the little porch were trained morning- glories and a flourishing gourd vine. Beneath, on each side, ran a wide seat, where, in the shade, Maum Win- nie used to sit with her knittings or nodding over the big Bible which on Sunday evening she alwaj^s pretended to read. The neat fence was now broken down, the bright flowers all trampled and crushed by the feet of men and horses. Inside also, the once spotless floor was muddy and stained with tobacco, all the old woman's treasures being broken and scattered. Amid all this confusion, in the little front room, once the pride of Winnie's heart, was carefully placed almost the only thing saved from the burning, an easy-chair, cushioned upon the back and sides, and covered with old-fashioned chintz. How the faithful soul had managed to get it there no one could have told, but there it stood, and Winnie said, " Dat ar wos ole mistes' cheer, and she sot in it plum twill she die. Ole Winnie couldn't stan' an' see dat burn, nohow." Upon the little porch sat Nelly and her mamma on the morning after the fire, worn out with excitement, and feeling utterly forlorn. Soon Win- NELLY. 251 nie appeared, bearing upon a gay red tray two steaming cups of coffee. Mrs. Grey took only a sip or two, then setting the cup upon the bench at her side, she grasped the arm of her old servant, and, leaning her head upon the faithful breast, began to sob and moan piteously. Nelly at this also cried bitterly. Tears streamed down Win- nie's fat black cheeks. But the faithful negro tried to soothe and comfort her mistress, patting her shoulders as if she had been a baby, saying, " Dah ! Dah ! honey, don't take it so haad. Try to truss in de Lawd. He dun promus, an' he aint gwine back on nobody. I's dun sperience dat.''' At last, won by Nelly's caresses and Maum Winnie's coaxing, the weary lady consented to take some repose in " ole missis' cheer," where, leaning her aching head upon the cushioned side, she fell asleep. Nelly greatly enjoyed the strong coffee (which she never before had been allowed to drink). It made her feel very wide awake. Presently she strolled off to- ward the adjoining cabins. These were quite empty, the men-servants having disappeared with the Federal soldiers the night before, the women had followed to their camp not far distant. Not a living thing was to be seen \ even the chickens had disappeared. The whole scene was very desolate, — the smoking ruins, the deserted cabin, a cloudy sky. Soon the child remembered her playfellow, Ponto, and began to call him. A doleful whine answered her, seeming to proceed from under one of the negro cabins. Nelly stooped to look, but could only see two glowing eyes, and hear the knocking of the dog's tail upon the ground. Ponto had been so badly frightened that no coaxing or ordering would induce him to come out. So his little mistress walked angrily away, and, passing through the broken gate, stood look- ing up and down the road. Presently there came riding 252 MEMORIES. along a Federal officer on horseback, who, discovering the forlorn child, stopped to speak to her. Nelly's first impulse was to run away, but, instead, she stood clinging to the gate-post, kicking the ground with one foot and flashing angry glances at the " Yan- kee." The officer sighed deeply as his glance fell upon the ruined home, and then upon the little, tear-stained face before him. Dismounting, he approached more closely, and strove to take the unwilling hand. But the child now broke into a storm of sobs, crying out, " Gro awayl you're a naughty Yankee, and I hate you. ' You alls' have burnt up my mamma's pretty house, and all our things, and my mamma just cries and cries ; but my papa is gone to fight the ' Yankees,' and I hope he will shoot them all !" The soldier slowly paced back and forth. " Ah," said he, softly, "if this were my little Ida: Grod bless her! Little girl, where is your mamma ? Perhaps I can help her. Will you lead me to her ?" The child had hidden her face upon her arm, but now looked up in affright. " You won't hurt my mamma ? You ar'n't going to burn up Maum Winnie's house?" said she. Gradually his kind face and gentle manner reassured her, and she was, at last, persuaded to convey to her mother a few lines which he pencilled on a card. To Nelly's surprise, Mrs. Grey consented to receive the " Yankee." The little girl was sent to conduct him to the cabin. The lady was standing at the door as the officer and his little escort drew near. Nelly thought she had never seen her mamma look so pretty. Her eyes were shining, a lovely red spot glowed upon each cheek, but she did not smile as she used to do when receiving a guest, and, while offering the stranger a seat, she remained standing, looking very tall and grand. NELLY. 253 During the conversation which followed, Mrs. Grey learned that as a battle was imminent at the front it was impossible to pass her through the lines (which had been her hope when she consented to see the officer). It was equally impossible to remain where she was. Her only place of refuge was her mother's home in Maryland, where she had been raised, and had lived previous to her marriage. Promising to arrange for her transportation to the nearest railroad station, the kind-hearted officer took his leave. When Maum Winnie was told of the proposed jour- ney, she was greatly troubled. But when Mrs. Grey further informed her that she was free and not ex- pected to make one of the party, her distress knew no bounds. Eushing out of the cabin, she seated her- self on a log at some distance, and, throwing her apron over her head, rocked her body to and fro, wailing out, *' Oh, my hebbenly Marster, 'pears like I aint fitten to bar all dis trouble. An' how dem dar gwine to do 'out ole Winnie?" After a while, drawing her pipe and tobacco from her pocket, she sought the comfort of a smoke. Just then, Euthy, the cook, made her appearance with a large bucket on her head. Flaunting past the old woman, she entered the kitchen without a word, and set about pre- paring a supper for the hungry inmates of the cabin. Where the material came from she declared was " her bizness," and her saucy manner and independent talk so confounded Maum Winnie that she asked no more ques- tions, concluding that "Mars Yankee sont 'em an' made dat gal fotch 'em." Mrs. Grey and Nelly had few preparations to make for the morrow. The child, soon after sunset, threw herself across the foot of the high feather-bed which 22 254 MEMORIES. stood in a corner of the cabin, and slept soundly. Maum Winnie, taking off her shoes, bustled about in her stocking-feet, apparently very busy. Her movements were for some time unobserved by her mistress, who was lost in thought. At last, kneeling before the fire- place, she reached up the chimney and brought out from its hiding-place an old, black tea-pot, with a broken spout. From this she took several papers of dried *'yarbs," some watermelon-seed, an old thimble, a broken tea-spoon, a lock of " de ole man's ha'r," and lastly, the foot of an old stocking, firmly tied up. This last it took some time to undo, but finally, ap- proaching Mrs. G-rey, she turned out into the astonished lady's lap what proved to be a collection of gold and silver coins, the hoarded savings of years, the gift of many whom she had served. "Why, Winnie," said Mrs. Grey, "what does this mean? Where did you get this money, and why do you give it to me?" " Wall, Miss Ellen, yo' see, ez fur back ez ole mass an' mistes' time, me an' my ole man usen to wait on de wite gemplums an' ladies wot come to de big house, an' de ole man he mity clus-fisted, an' nebber spen' nuffin, an' sence he die, an' ole mass an' miss dey gone, too. Mars !N"ed he dun tuk mity good keer of ole Winnie, an' I nebber bin had no excessity to spend dat money, so I's kep' it an' kep' it, ontwill 'pears like de Lawd he dun pint out de way fur it to go. 'Sides, we all's gwine way off yander, an' we can't 'pear no ways 'spectable 'dout little cash money." " But, Winnie, only !N'elly and I are going away. You are free now, and will find other friends, and " "Dah! dah! honey," broke in the poor old creature, " don' say no mo' ! I's ^bleeged to go 'long. Wat I want to be free for ? Who gwine keer 'bout me ? 'Sides, NELLY. 255 I dun promus Mars Ned I gwine to see to you an' dat chile yander, an' I's gwine 'long shuah.'' Wearied and exhausted with the discussion, and un- willing to grieve her husband's faithful old nurse, who still clung to her own fallen fortunes, Mrs. Grey ceased to object, but resolutely refused to take the money, which AYinnie reluctantly gathered up and carried out of the room, to seek among the numerous secret pockets she always wore a secure hiding-place for her treasure. This decided upon, while Mrs. Grey sank into an uneasy slumber in the chair, the old woman made a little fire just outside the back shed, where, with her pipe now lighted and now " dead out," she nodded and dozed until morning. Nelly awoke at sunrise, bewildered at her strange sur- roundings, then oppressed and sadly grieved by recol- lections of all that had happened. Catching sight of her mother's pale, suffering face, the child flew to her side, seeking to cheer her by fond caresses. Just then the sound of wheels was heard as the am- bulance-wagon, which was to convey them to the rail- road, drew up before the door. The driver dismounting, announced that, as the camp was about to be broken up, Colonel desired the ladies to start at once, adding that " the colonel would ride over to see them off." Their loss by the fire had been so complete that there was no baggage. Nelly was glad to wear a clean, white sun-bonnet of Winnie's, and Mrs. Grey was similarly equipped with a black one and a small black shawl. Maum Winnie appeared in full Sunday rig, her head crowned with a towering head-hftfidkerchief. Her manner was lofty 'and Imposing. Evidently she was aiming to support the famil}^ dignity, which had been quite lost sight of by the others, Mrs. Grey being far too sorrowful, and Nelly, in spite of everything, gay 256 MEMORIES. and excited at the prospect of a ride and a change. Putting on her brass-rimmed spectacles, the old woman inspected, with an air of supreme contempt, the " turn- out" before the door, occasionally rolling her eyes toward the driver in a manner that spoke volumes, but was quite lost upon " dat po' wite trash, who 'spected Miss Ellen to git in dat ole market-wagon." After the others were seated, Winnie disappeared within the cabin, and, after much delay, came out dragging an immense bundle. She had tied up in a gorgeous bed-quilt her feather-bed and pillows with, — nobody knows how many things besides. The driver sprang to the ground in consternation. " Hey, old nigger, what's in that great bundle ? You can't lug that along. What you got in there, any- how?" " Dat my bizness," retorted Winnie. " You is too in- quisity; 'sides, who you call nigga'? I's a 'spectable cullud ooman, and Mars !Ned nebber 'low nobody to call me outen my name." Mrs. Grey vainly tried to restore peace ; her voice was not even heard ; but just then Colonel rode up, and as Winnie seemed inclined to stand her ground, he gave her a choice between mounting at once to a seat beside the driver or being left behind. Then perceiving that Mrs. Grey seemed quite overcome by emotion, and wish- ing to remove her as quickly as possible from the desolate scene before her, he gave the order to drive on, and, rais- ing his hat, rode off towards camp before the lady could find voice to express her gratitude. A few hours' ride brought the refugees to the railroad station, where they took the cars for , the home of Nelly's grandmamma. Here a warm welcome and entire comfort awaited them. Nelly had often spent weeks at a time with her grand- mamma, and was delighted to find all her old haunts as NELLY. 257 pleasant as ever. Her dolls, toys, books, etc, had been carefully kept. Better than all, she discovered a fine Newfoundland puppy and a litter of pretty white kit- tens to console her for the loss of Ponto. One day, when they had been at grandmamma's only a fortnight, Nelly saw a neighboring farmer drive up to the front gate, and ran gladly to meet him, for farmer Dale was a cheery old man, who had always seemed very fond of the child. Now, however, he looked very grave, merely shaking hands, then bidding Nelly tell her grandmamma that he must see her at once, "and, Nelly you need not come back," said he, "I have busi- ness with your grandma." Soon after the farmer drove away, while grandmamma returned to the house, wear- ing a very serious face, and after sitting in the darkened parlor awhile, apparently thinking deeply, passed slowly into her daughter's room. Then Nelly heard a faint cry from her mamma, and hurrying into the house, Tound her excitedly walking up and down, wringing her hands, and crying, "I must go to him! I must, I must 1" A letter received by farmer Dale from his son, who was a Confederate soldier, had contained the news that Mr. Grey was wounded and a prisoner. Just where was unknown, or whether his wounds were severe or perhaps fatal. This news rendered the poor wife almost frantic. All night she paced the floor in sleep- less agony. Next day the farmer paid a second visit and was for a long time closeted with the distressed ladies. Afterward, Mrs. Grey seemed more restless than before, requiring the constant attention of both grandmamma and Maum Winnie. Thus a week passed. Suddenly, one morning farmer Dale again appeared, and this time very smiling and gracious to Nelly. " Chatterbox," said he, " how would you like to ride home with me and stay awhile, until your mother gets 22* 258 MEMORIES. better? You can run about over there, and make all the noise you want to j nobody will mind it." Nelly could not tell whether she would like or not. It was very dull where she was, but she did not care to leave her poor mamma. Grandmamma, however, de- cided the matter by assuring her that Mrs. Grey needed perfect quiet, and would be better without her. So the little girl ran off to Maum Winnie to be dressed for her ride. Arrived at the farm-house, the kindness of the family, and the novelty of everything she saw, so charmed the child that for a while she was quite content. Little tasks were, by her own request, assigned to her, easy and pleasant, but seeming to the child of great conse- quence. But, in spite of all, homesickness attacked her; she grew weary of everything, and begged to be taken to her mamma. The kind farmer and his wife tried to turn her thoughts from the subject, telling her she could not go just then ; but day by day Nelly became more dissatisfied, the longing for home grew stronger, until, on the evening when this begins, she actually ran away. And now ^t us see what became of her. Once on the road, Nelly ran very fast, until, almost breathless, she found herself compelled to rest awhile in a little grove by the roadside. Scarcely had she seated herself upon the grass when the steady trot, trot of a horse was heard. She had barely time to hide behind a large tree when one of the farm-hands passed on his way from the mill. It seemed to Nelly that the slight rustle of the leaves under her feet must betray her, and the loud beatings of her heart be heard. But the bo}^ passed on, and soon his low whistle, as well as the measured beat of the horse's hoofs, grew fainter. However, all danger was not over, for just as she was about to venture forth, the panting of some animal NELLY. 259 startled her. For a moment her terror was extreme. This changed to chagrin and vexation as Eover, the farmer's dog, ran to her hiding-place and fawned upon her. Having followed the farm-boy to the distant mill, the poor dog, growing weary with his long run, had fallen far behind. Now Eover and the little girl had been great friends, and had enjoyed many a romp to- gether, but just then his presence made her very cross ; so, seizing a large stick, she beat the poor fellow until he ran yelping away. Left alone once more, Nelly set off in the direction of town. Having often, in her rides with grandmamma, passed along the same road, she thought she knew the way ; but night was approaching. It appeared to the child that darkness must bring added danger. Besides, she would soon be missed at the farm, pursued, over- taken, and carried back. This dread gave her fresh courage, and again the young traveller walked rapidly on. Before she had gone far, a light wagon overtook her. In its driver she gladly recognized an old man who sometimes supplied her grandmamma with vege- tables. He drew up in great astonishment as Nelly called to him, but at her request allowed her to climb to the seat beside him. As they approached the town, the heart of the runaway began to sink; a sense of her disobedience, and the knowledge that it would add to the grief of her dear mother, and, perhaps, greatly dis- please grandmamma, oppressed her sorely. She decided that she could not face them just then. Begging the old man to put her down at the nearest corner, the unhappy little girl approached the house by a back entrance, and, concealed amid the shrubber}^, stood trembling and weep- ing. The lamps had been lighted, and from the windows of the dining-room a bright ray shone out upon the lawn, seeming almost to reach the place where the child was 260 MEMORIES. hidden. Within was a pleasant little group gathered around the tea-table. To her great surprise, Nelly dis- covered her mother busily engaged in arranging upon a waiter covered with a white napkin a nice supper, while grandmamma added a cup of steaming tea. Winnie stood by as if waiting to carry supper to somebody, but Nelly was puzzled to know for whom it was intended. Just then, however, the gate-bell rang loudly. Winnie hur- riedly^ caught up the waiter and disappeared as the op- posite door opened to admit farmer Dale. His first words seemed greatly to disturb and alarm the ladies. G-randmamma quickly arose with a cry of grief and horror. Mrs. Grey stood motionless, her eyes fixed on the farmer's face, her hands pressed to her heart. Nelly could bear no more. Eushing impetuously into the house, she threw both her arms around her fright- ened mother, crying, — " Oh, mamma, grandmamma, I am not lost, but I have been so naughty. I wanted you so, and I ran away. Oh, let me stay ; please let me stay." The mother sank into a chair, her arms instinctively enfolding her naughty child, but she did not kiss or wel- come her. Grandmamma, too, looked very grave and troubled. After a few minutes of painful silence, the farmer took his leave, saying, — " I'll leave you to settle with the little one. I must make haste to relieve my wife's anxiety." After his departure, the penitent nestled more closely to her mother. She felt sure of her love and forgive- ness, and hoped that grandmamma might not be too severe, although she fully expected a good scolding and some kind of punishment besides, which she meant to bear quite meekly. To her surprise, neither mentioned her fault. Her mother seemed to be thinking of some- tb-ing else, and Nelly did not at all understand the queer NELLY. 261 looks which passed between the ladies. At last Winnie put her head in the door, evidently to deliver some mes- sage, for she began, " Mars ," when Mrs. Grey started up suddenly, saying, — " Oh, Winnie, here is our Nelly," while the child sprang forward to throw herself on the breast of her astonished nurse. " De Lawd er Massy ! Whar dat chile cum from dis time o' nite?" "Why, Winnie," explained grandmamma, "she has run away from the farm, and here she is. Did you ever hear of such badness ?" " Dah, now !" cried the negro, " didn't I tole you dat ? I jest know dat chile wasn't gwine to stay nowhar 'dout her mar an' me. Po' chile, she look mity bad, 'deed she do." " Well, Winnie, never mind that now, she is only tired ; let her eat her supper and go to bed." Nelly had expected, at the very least, to be sent sup- perless to bed, but instead, grandma gave her all she could eat, and, but for the strange preoccupied manner which so puzzled her, the child would have been very comfortable. When, led by her mamma and attended by Winnie, she w^ent up-stairs she found that her couch had been removed into her grandmamma's room. " You will be better here," explained Mrs. G-rey, " for I am very restless and might disturb you." Nelly was just conscious of an unusual bustle in the passage outside, and of hearing voices and footsteps going up to the third story; but, too sleepy to pay attention, she soon ceased to hear anything. When she awoke the morning was far advanced, and her grandmamma was not in the room. While she lay thinking over the strange events of the day before, Maum Winnie appeared with some fresh, clean clothes upon her arm. 262 MEMORIES. " Mornin', little missy," said she, pleasantly ; " is you gwine ter sleep all day ?" Kelly sprang up and was soon dressed. Eunning into her mamma's room, she found it all in order, the sweet wind and the morning sun coming in freely through the open windows. Mrs. Gre}', however, was not there; nor did she find her in the breakfast-room, where only grandmamma sat waiting to give the child her breakfast. Upon the sideboard stood a tray which had contained breakfast for somebody ; Nelly wondered who, and sud- denly asked, — " Is mamma sick ?" ."No, she is quite well now," was the reply. . " Well, did she eat breakfast with you ?" "Yes." The child again glanced toward the sideboard, and at last asked plainly, — " Whose breakfast is that yonder, and who did you all send supper to last night?" " Nelly," said her grandmamma, sharply, "eat your breakfast, and ask no more questions. Little girls should be seen and not heard." The child obeyed, but remained curious, and deter- mined to find out the mystery, if she could. Soon her mother came in, kissed her affectionately, and stood for a few moments by her chair, smoothing back her curls just as she used to do. Nelly thought gladly of the happy day she would spend at her mother's side, but Mrs. Grey disappointed her by saying, — "My daughter, you must play as quietly as possible to-day, and don't run or romp near the house. I am far from well, and very nervous." The little girl, however, drew her mother out of the room upon the vine-shaded gallery, where they walked up and down for a few moments. But Mrs. Grey still NELLY. 263 seemed ill at ease, and soon returned within the house. Then Nelly ran down the steps and across the lawn in search of her old playmates, the kittens and the puppy, visited the garden and summer-house, where she occu- pied herself in arranging a bouquet for her mamma. At last it seemed to her that it must be nearly twelve o'clock ; so returning to the house, and finding the lower rooms deserted, she wandered into the kitchen, where she found Maum "Winnie broiling some birds and preparing some nice toast, while near by upon the kitchen-table was a waiter ready to carry up the delicate lunch to somebody. Nelly at once began, — " Oh, Maum Winnie, who are those birds for ? "Where is the cook? "What are you in the kitchen cooking for?" "Winnie seemed wonderfully flurried and confused by all these questions, and Nelly was equally disconcerted at finding the old woman so cross. "Jes' listen to de chile!" cried Winnie. ""Wot you makin' all dis miration 'bout? I nebber seed nobody so inquisity as you is. De cook she dun leff, an' I's cookin' ontwill yer grandmar git somebody. Ef you don' be- lieb me, ax yer mar. Ennyhow, I's gwine to 'quaint yer mar with yer conduck, axin' so many perterment questions." " But, who are the birds for ?" persisted Nelly. " I know mamma never eats birds, and grandmamma isn't sick." " I 'clar, Miss Nelly, Fs outdone wid you. Gro outer heah, 'fore I calls yer grandmar." Nelly left, still very curious and dissatisfied. Having wandered about aimlessly for a while, the little girl at last strayed into the empty parlor, and there sat down to consider. Suddenly she heard a stealthy step upon the stairs. At the same time a faint 264 MEMORIES. odor of broiled birds saluted her nostrils, l^elly crept softly to the door, just in time to see her grandma as- cending the flight of stairs leading to the third story. *' Now," thought the child, " I will find out what all this means." "Waiting until the old lady had passed out of sight in the corridor above, she stealthily followed. All the doors of the rooms in the third story were closed, but through an open transom came the sound of voices. Listening eagerly, she heard her mamma speaking, and in reply a voice which set her heart beating wildly and made her dizzy with surprise. In a moment she was vainly striving to open the locked door, screaming loudly, "Papa! oh, papa!" Instantly the door was opened, and she found herself dragged inside the room, her grandma's hand placed closely over her mouth, while her mother, in a hoarse whisper, said, " Nelly, for pity's sake hush, no one must know.'' Gazing about her with wildly-distended eyes, the frightened girl beheld, reclining in an easy-chair by the bedside, her dear papa, but, oh, so pale, so changed. A small table drawn closely to his side so as to project over the arm of the chair held a large pillow covered with oil-cloth, upon this lay one arm, which, with the shoulder, was entirely bare; just under the collar-bone appeared a frightful wound, over which Mrs. Grey was preparing to lay a linen cloth wet with cool water. Nelly gasped for breath and turned very white, but when her papa held out his well hand towards her with the old sweet smile she so well remembered, she ran to his side and nestled there, still trembling and sobbing, for she had been frightened, first by the rough treatment of her grandma, and yet more by the changed appearance of the dearly- loved father, who, as it seemed to her, must be dying. As further concealment was useless, Nelly was taken NELLY. 265 into the confidence of the ladies, who, however, seemed almost in despair lest the child in some thoughtless manner should betray the secret so anxiously guarded. A short time before the visit to the farm a dreadful battle had been fought in Yirginia, not many miles from the State-line, near which stood the house of Nelly's grandma. It so happened that the regiment to which Mr. Grey belonged had participated in the fight, and at the conclusion he found himself badly wounded and a prisoner. Having been ill previous!}^, the wounded sol- dier was unable to be marched off with other prisoners, but was left, as all supposed, to die. The tide of battle rolled on, leaving the field where the fight began strewn with the dying and the dead. A blazing sun poured its intolerable light and heat upon the upturned faces and defenceless heads of hundreds of suffering, dying men, adding frightful tortures to the pain of their wounds. When the dews of night came to moisten parched lips, to cool aching brows, Mr. Grey managed to drag him- self to a stump near by, and placing his back against it, waited hoping to gain a little more strength. His mouth was parched and dry, but he had not a drop of water. Suddenly his eyes fell upon a canteen lying at no great distance, almost within reach of his hand ; with infinite pain and trouble he at last possessed himself of it. It was not quite empty, but just as Mr. Grey was about to drink, he heard a deep groan, and turning, met the imploring eyes of a Federal soldier. He was but a youth, and had been shot through the body and mor- tally wounded. His parched lips refused to speak, only the earnest eyes begged for water. Mr. Grey at once handed him the canteen, although he felt almost as if he would die for want of the water it contained. Eagerly the dying boy drank. It seemed as if he must take all, there was so very little, but after a swallow or M 23 266 MEMORIES. two he resolutely handed it back, gasping, " God bless . Left you some." When the moon arose, its rays fell upon the dead young face of the boy in his gory blue, whose last words had been a blessing upon the wounded, exhausted soldier in gray sitting beside him. Later came help, — old men who, starting when the first news of the battle reached them, had ridden miles guided by the sound of the firing. Most of them were Marylanders, who had sent forth their sons to battle for the Confederate cause, and who now sought among the dead and dying with dim, anxious eyes for the loved faces they yet prayed not to find. Among them came farmer Dale, whose son was a Confederate soldier. Eagerly he examined the faces of those who lay upon the bloody field. All, however, were strange, until at last he came upon Mr. Grc}^. Carefully assisting him to reach an old cabin which stood near, he made the suffering man ^s comfortable as possible, then, without loss of time, set out to convey the news to Mrs. Grey. I^ow, it would seem that the very easiest thing would have been to carry the wounded soldier at once to the house of his wife's mother to be nursed and cared for, but it must be remembered that the Federal army had been shown in many ways that they were considered as invaders by the people of Maryland, and that their presence was obnoxious and hateful. They, on the other hand, considered all Southern sympathizers as traitors to their flag and their country. Every open expression of such feelings was severely punished. Had it been known that any Confederate soldier was harbored or concealed in any house within the Federal lines, the owners would have been arrested together with the sol- dier they had hidden, their house would probably have been burned. So it was necessary in the case of Mr. NELLF. 267 Grey to observe great secrecy and to plan carefully his removal. My readers will remember that Nelly v^^as suddenly sent off to stay at the farm-house. Then Maum Winnie took occasion to pick a quarrel with the white servants, in which she succeeded so well that they both left in high displeasure. Shortly afterward, one dark night, Farmer Dale drove up to the carriage gate with a high- piled load of hay. There was a great deal of "geeing" and "hawing" and fuss, and then, instead of getting down, the fai'mer called out, — " Say, are you all asleep ?" At once Maum Winnie's voice was heard inquiring, — ''Who dat?" " Hey, old girl, come down here and open the gate. I've brought your hay, but I got stalled on the way, and it's too late to put it up to-night. I'll have to drive the wagon in and leave it. I'll unload it in the morning." Maum Winnie shut the window, and«oon was heard shuffling along the carriage-road, grumbling to herself. " 'Fore de Lawd, I is plum wore out. I dun wuk sence sun-up, an' dere dat ar fodder fotch here jes' es I gwine ter lie down." This pretence of ill-humor was kept up until the wagon was well out of sight from the street and driven up under a shed close by the kitchen-door, when poor old Maum Winnie came up close and whispered, — " Is you brung Mars !N"ed shure 'nuff ? Oh, whar he ? tell Winnie whar he !" Just then the two ladies stole out from the house and came close to the wagon. Both seemed calm and self- possessed, save that the hurried breathing of Mrs. Grey showed her excitement. A light might have betrayed them, and they dared not run any risks. E'o time was now to be lost. Mr. Grey was, indeed, concealed among 268 MEMORIES. the hay, and needed immediate attention, for the long ride had greatly increased the pain and fever of his wound. Slowly he crept out from his hiding-place, and, with the assistance of the farmer and Winnie, managed to reach an upper room, where he sank exhausted, yet with a contented sigh, on the comfortable bed which had been for days awaiting him. Under the loving care of the ladies and Maum Winnie he slowly improved. No one had suspected his pres- ence in the house until Nelly discovered him, as above related. Mr. Grey scarcely dared to hope that the little girl would be able to keep the secret, but all was explained to her. She was made to understand the extreme dan- ger to all concerned in case of discovery. The trust re- posed in her made the child feel quite womanly. Every day she became more helpful, a greater comfort to her anxious mamma, better able to assist in nursing. Weeks passed, bringing renewed health and strength to the soldier, who began to feel very anxious to rejoin his command. Various plans were discussed, but none appeared practicable. Rumors of an advance of the Confederate forces, and of an impending battle, became every day more like certainties. At last, one morning all were startled by the sound of heavy guns; later, volleys of musketr}^ could be plainly heard. Federal troops marched at double-quick through the town, on their way to the scene of strife. All day the fight raged. Sometimes the sound of firing would seem nearer, then farther off; at nightfall it ceased. When it became quite dark, Mr. Grey, bidding them all fare- well, hurriedly left the house, hoping to join some de- tachment of Confederates during the night, and to par- ticipate in the battle next day. NELLY. 269 The next day was fought the battle of , which raged almost in sight of the town. Nelly was, of course, in a state of great alarm and excitement, but both her mamma and grandma were carefully prepar- ing the house for the reception of the wounded. Soon every room was occupied, and the ladies had their hands full in attending to them. On the second day a wounded Federal was brought to the house. While nursing him, Mrs. Grey learned that he was a private in the regiment commanded by Colonel , the officer who had so kindly assisted in her time of need. He told her that the colonel had been terribly wounded and carried to a hospital on the battle-field. Mrs. Grey at once determined to find him, and, if still alive, to do him all the good in her power. So, summoning farmer Dale, she rode with him to the hospital. Being an officer. Colonel was easily found. He had just suifered amputation of an arm, and was weak from loss of blood, but recognizing Mrs. Grey, smiled and seemed glad to see her. It was impossible to move him, but from that time he lacked nothing that could add to his comfort. Later, Nelly was allowed to visit him, fre- quently bringing flowers, and in many pleasant ways cheering his loneliness. Meanwhile the Confederate forces had swept on into Pennsylvania, but, alas, were forced back. When they returned to Yirginia, Mrs. Grey and Nelly went with them, for both preferred to risk all chances rather than to remain within the Federal lines, cut off from all communication with the husband and father who might at any time need their services. So they became " refu- gees," living as did thousands of homeless ones, as best they might. Maum Winnie having proved her skill as a nurse, found plenty of employment. Her wages, added to the little Mrs. Grey could earn by her needle, 23^ 270 MEMORIES. kept them from absolute want. At last came the sad day of " the surrender." Nelly was yet too young to understand the sorrow and despair of her mother, nor could she refrain from exceeding wonder when one day Mr. Grey appeared, looking like an old and haggard man, and without a greeting to his wife and child, tottered to a seat, throw- ing his arms upon the table, burying his face within them, while he moaned and sobbed as only a man can. Kneeling by his side, his wife tried to soothe and com- fort him, but although he was able at last to restrain his grief, it was many a day before he was seen to smile. There was nothing left for the impoverished family but to return to the old Virginia home, and try to make the best of it. They were compelled to travel as best they could, sometimes walking many miles, sometimes taking advantage of a passing wagon. At last one even- ing, just as the sun was setting, they approached the home-place, once a blooming paradise, now a desert waste. The cabin of Maum Winnie with a few of the servants' houses were still standing, but deserted and desolate. Doors, log fireplaces, etc., had been torn down for firewood, and in many places patches of charred wood, or dead embers, showed where camp-fires had been lighted. The little garden in front of Maum Win- nie's cabin, made and carefully tended by " de ole man," was a wilderness of weeds among which flowers of rank growth still struggled for a place. Where the chimneys of the " house" still stood, and all over the half-burned trunks of once beautiful trees crept and clung sickly- looking vines, springing from the roots which had once nourished a luxuriant growth and were not wholly dead. As Mr. Grey surveyed the scene, a deep groan burst, from his lips; but the wife laid her hand upon his shoulder, saying, " Courage, dear, we will make a home NELLY. 271 even here." Maum Winnie here stepped to the front, briskly leading the way to the little cabin, followed by Nelly, who, child-like, entered readily into any plan that promised to be novel and exciting. Everything of value had been carried off, but a few chairs and a bed with a shuck mattress remained, together with a few pots and pans. The fireplaces were also ready for use. "Winnie soon had a cheerful fire, while ]!Telly set out on the top of a box the remains of the rations they had brought along, and which with some steaming coffee of parched corn formed the evening meal. Ten years later a plain but tasteful cottage occupied the site of the ruined home. Fast-growing vines were doina: their best to rival the luxuriant folia2;e which once almost hid the old house. A well-kept garden per- fumed the air and delighted the eye. Fields ripe for the harvest occupied the land where the negro cabins had stood, forming an effective background to the newly-repaired and whitewashed house of Maum Win- nie, which stood, a pleasant feature of this scene of peace and plenty, its fences intact, posies blooming as of old. On the little porch sat the old woman, dozing over her knitting. The gallery of the house was occu- pied by a family group, who were enjoying the fresh coolness of the evening out of doors. Mrs. Grey sat upon the upper steps arranging some flowers, which were supplied to her as she called for them by a lovely boy, who had just brought his apron full of them. Nelly, swinging in a hammock, was a picture of lazy enjoyment. The attention of all was attracted by the sound of wheels, which ceased as a carriage drove up containing a gentleman and lady, and a young lady who sat by the driver (an old negro who was often em- ployed as a driver and guide by strangers). Nelly ran down to the gate, followed by her mother. The gentle- 272 MEMORIES. man had by this time descended. One glance at the empty sleeve was enough, even if the kindly face had not been so little changed. It was Colonel , who, having business in Eichmond, had "stopped off" at the wayside station for a few hours, that he might endeavor to find the Greys, and introduce to his wife and daughter the kind friends who had so faithfully nursed him when wounded, and also show them the scene of incidents often related to them. The ladies having been introduced, the strangers accepted a cordial invitation to alight. While they were chatting pleasantly upon the vine-shaded gallery, Mr. Grey rode into the yard upon a strong-looking white mule. The greeting of the soldiers was courteous and pleasant. The contrast between them was striking indeed. The one clad elegantly and fashionably, his shirt-front blazing with diamond studs, his hair and beard luxuri- ant and carefully kept. The pleasant eyes untroubled and smiling. The other in the plain garb of one who must earn his bread, coarse but scrupulously neat. The face bronzed from exposure, the hair damp with the sweat of toil, and yet, when the brown, hardened hand of the Yirginia gentleman met the white clasp of the rich man of the North, Mr. Grey lost nothing by com- parison. Colonel having laughingly inquired after Maum Winnie, the whole party repaired to her cabin. The old woman received her guests with stately polite- ness, holding her turbaned head high, as she majestically stalked before them to show, at their request, her chickens, ducks, and pigs. She omitted nothing that was due to her visitors, but there was a strained polite- ness, and a rolling of her eyes toward them, which made Mrs. Grey uneasy and quite prepared her for what fol- lowed. While Colonel was in the act of saying NELLY. 273 something which he thought would quite win the old creature's heart, she looked up at him over her glasses, saying,— " Yer ain't seen nuffin er dat ar fedder-bed yet, is yer ? Ease ole Miss she dun giv' me dat ar bed too long to talk about, an' ebery one ob dem fedders was ris rite on dis yere place. 'Fore de Lawd, if ole Miss know I dun loss dat ar bed she gwine ter rise rite outen de grabe." Colonel , remembering the scene of the disaster to Winnie's feather-bed, felt inclined to laugh heartily, but wishing to moUify the old creature preserved his gravity while he offered her quite a handsome sum "to buy some more feathers." A look from Mr. Grey put a stop to the old woman's talk. Soon the visitors took their leave, having given and received most pleasant im- pressions. Their visit recalled so vividly their time of trial and adventure that the Greys sat talking far into night. The next morning Mr. Grey walked over to the cabin to administer a rebuke to Maum Winnie. As he drew near the gate the quavering voice of the old woman was heard singing jerkily, and with a pause between every few words, — *' Alc?o yer sees me gwine 'long so, I has my troubles heah below. " At last, discovering Mr. Grey, she rose and dropped a courtesy. " Mornin', Mars Ned." " Well, Winnie, you forgot your Virginia raising yes- terday. What is all this about your feather-bed ?" " Well, Mars Ned, dey dun stole it." " Who stole it ?" " Bah, honey, de Lawd only knows, an' he ain't gwine 274 MEMORIES. ter tell. I dun loss it anyhow, an' my pore ole bones mity sore sleepin' on dem shucks." Mr. Grey, finding that the old creature's grievance was very real to her, refrained from scolding, and, passing out through the little flower-garden, proceeded to the stable to feed the stock, a piece of work which before the war had employed many hands, but which now was performed by himself, assisted only by one negro man. Upon the summer air rang the sweet voice of Nelly as she sang at her work. In the scented garden Mrs. Grey with her little boy weeded and trimmed and twined the lovely flowers, feeling really a greater delight in the fruit of their labor than if they had no real acquaintance with the flowers, but only received them from the hands of a gardener. Dear reader, we must now say farewell to our [N'elly. Let us hope that the clouds which darkened her child- hood and early youth have passed never to return, and that although "into each life some rain must fall," her rainy days may be few and far between. CHAPTER 11. BRAVE BOYS. I BELIEVE I may safely say that no cause ever fought for, no army ever raised, numbered among its adherents and soldiers so many mere hoys as rallied around " The Bonnie Blue Flag," bringing to its defence the ardor of youth, added to unquestioning loyalty and Spartan bravery. Aye, more wonderful, more worthy of admira- tion than the bravery of the Spartan youth, because our Southern boys had, up to the beginning of the war, known nothing of hardship or danger. Yet they met with splendid courage all that fell to their lot as sol- diers, fighting with an impetuosity and determination which equalled that of the oldest veterans. My book contains already many instances of lofty courage and patient endurance as shown by boys. I will add one or two incidents worthy of record. In one of the companies of the Third Lee Battalion was a bright Irish boy named Elannagan, who had been brought to Yirginia by one of the oflScers as his attendant. During the seven days' fight around Eich- mond this child, having procured a small shot-gun, fought with the best of them, coming out safe and sound. I learned this little history from a soldier who knew the boy. Flannagan now lives in Texas. It is well known that the boys of the Yirginia Uni- versity did excellent service under " Stonewall" Jackson. Here is a story of some other school-boys, related to me 275 276 MEMORIES. by their teacher, himself a brave soldier who lost an arm in one of the battles around Eichmond. When Wilson's raiders reached Charlotte County, Virginia, preparations were made by the Home Guards, aided by a few veterans who happened to be home on furlough, to check their further progress. Breastworks were thrown up on the south side of Stanton Eiver, the railroad bridge was blockaded, and a gun placed in position to defend the passage. Colonel Coleman, who was at home on furlough, gave it as his opinion that these precautions must be supplemented and supported by rifle-pits on the north side, or no successful defence could be made. The pits were hastily dug, but, when volunteers were called for, the extreme danger pre- vented a hearty response. Kone appeared except a few old soldiers and six or seven school-boys, whose ages ranged from fourteen to sixteen. The Yankees advanced in line, in an open plain, about two thousand strong. A rapid fire was opened from the rifle-pits and from the gun on the railroad bridge. After a few minutes the enemy retired, reformed, and came on again, but were again routed as before. Al- though the boys held a place where many a veteran would have quailed, they stood their ground nobly, and did a soldier's duty. After the fight was over, two of them had a quarrel regarding a Federal officer whom both shot at and both claimed to have kUled. These were Yirginia boys, the sons of veterans, and attending a local school. The raid came to grief soon after, being routed by Fitz-Hugh Lee. Thomas Hilton, of Uniontown, Alabama, volunteered BRAVE BO VS. 277 in the " Witherspoon Guards," Twenty-first Alabama Eegiment, at the tender age of fourteen. He was too small to carry a musket, and was detailed as a drummer boy. At the battle of Shiloh he threw away his drum and so importuned his captain for a gun that it was given him. Shortly after, while in the thick of the fight, he was shot through the face, the ball entering one side and passing out at the other. Rev. N. I. Witherspoon (chaplain of the regiment) found him lying upon the ground, bleeding to death as he then supposed, and knelt beside him to pra}^ To his surprise the boy looked up, the fire in his eyes un- quenched, and gasped out while the blood gushed afresh at every word, — " Yes — chaplain — I'm — badly hurt — but — I'm — not — whipped^ Thomas Hilton still lives in Uniontown, Alabama, respected by all who know him. His fellow-citizens regard the ugly scar which still appears upon his face with pride and reverence. The battle of Mansfield, Louisiana, was one of the most hotly-contested and bloody of the war, the loss in men and officers being terrific. The tide of battle rolled on, through lofty pine forests, amid tangled under- growth, and over open fields, where the soldiers were exposed a to storm of shot and shell, and where, on that beautiful Sunday morning, hundreds of the dead and dying strewed the ground. While the battle was at its height it became necessary, in order to secure concerted action, to send dispatches to a certain point. The only way lay across a ploughed field, exposed to a terrific fire from the enemy, whose target the messenger would become : and it seemed as if certain death must be the 24 278 MEMORIES. fate of any one who should attempt to run the gauntlet. And yet the necessity was met. A boy of eighteen years stepped forth from the ranks of Company Gr, Crescent Eegiment, Louisiana Yolunteers, and offered to perform this dangerous service. Dashing on through a perfect hail of shot and shell, stumbling and falling over the furrowed ground, strug- gling up and on again, he passed unharmed, successfully executing his mission. His escape was so miraculous that one can only account for it by the belief that God gave his angels charge concerning him. The name of this valiant boy — James Y. Nolan — should live in history. He still lives, and has been for years secretary of the Cotton Exchange at Shreveport, Louisiana. CHAPTEE III. THE YOUNG COLOR-BEARER. The story of " The Little Apron" was written up by Major McDonald, of Louisville, to be read at a meeting of veterans of Association Army of Northern Virginia, Kentucky Division. It is true in every particular, — indeed, a matter of history. I have given it a place here because I feel sure that many of my young readers will remember having seen the apron in question, and will like to read its full his- tory. It was very kindly loaned to me, during the New Orleans Exposition, by Major McDonald, and was on ex- hibition at my tent ("The Soldiers' Eest"), among many other Confederate relics, where it never ceased to be an object of profound interest and veneration. Hundreds of people handled it. Yeterans gazed upon it with moistened eyes. Women bedewed it with tears, and often pressed kisses upon it. Children touched it reverently, listening with profound interest while its story was told. The little apron was of plain white cotton, bordered and belted with "turkey red," — an apron of " red, white, and red," purposely made of these blended colors in order to express sympathy with the Confederates. It yet bears several blood-stains. The button-hole at the back of the belt is torn out, for the eager little patriot did not wait to unbutton it. There is another hole, just under the belt in front, made when the wounded boy tore it from the staff to which he had nailed it to conceal it in his bosom. The story as told by Major McDonald is as follows ; 279 280 MEMORIES. In the spring of 1863, while the Array of Northern Virginia was encamped on the Eapidan Eiver, preparing for that memorable campaign which included the battle of Gettysburg, there came to it, from Hampshire County, Virginia, a beardless boy, scarcely eighteen years of age, the eldest son of a widowed mother. His home was within the enemy's lines, and he bad walked more than one hundred miles to offer his services to assist in repel- ling a foe which was then preying upon the fairest por- tions of his native State. He made application to join Company D, Eleventh Virginia Cavalry, which was made up principally from his county, and, therefore, contained many of his acquaintances, and seemed much surprised when told that the Confederate government did not furnish its cavalry with horses and equijoments. Some members of the company present, who noticed his earnestness and the disappointment caused by this an- nouncement from the officer, said, — " Enroll him, captain ; we will see that he has a horse and equipments the next fight we get into." On faith of this promise he was enrolled, — James M. Watkins, Company D, Eleventh Virginia Cavalry, Jones's Brigade. Shortly afterward the campaign opened with the fight at Brandy Station, in which twenty thousand cavalry were engaged from daylight to sundown. Before the battle was over Watkins, mounted and fully equipped, took his place with his company. It was not long after this engagement that General Lee advanced the whole army, and crossed into Maryland, "Watkins's command covering the rear. During the battle of Gettysburg, on the 3d and 4th of July, we were engaged several times with the enemy's cavalry on our right, upon which occasions he was always found in the front, and while on the march was ever bright and cheerful. THE YOUNG COLOR-BEARER. 281 On the evening of the 4th, General Lee, in preparation for his retreat, began to send his wagons to the rear in the direction of Williamsport, when it was found that the enemy's cavalry had gone around our left and taken possession of a pass in South Mountain, through which lay our line of march. To dislodge them required a stubborn fight, lasting late into the night, in which General Jones's brigade was engaged, and he himself, becoming separated from his men in the darkness, was supposed to have been captured or killed. Finally the Federals were repulsed, and the wagon- train proceeded on its way to Williamsport. In the morning "Watkins's command was ordered to march on the left flank of the train to prevent a renewal of the attack upon it, and on approaching Hagerstown those in the rear of the column heard loud and repeated cheer- ing from the men in front. After having been in an enemy's country fighting night and day, in rain and mud, those cheers came to those who heard them in the distance as the first rays of sunshine after a storm. Many were the conjectures as to their cause : some said it was fresh troops from the other side of the Potomac ; others that it was the ammunition-wagons, for the sup- ply was known to be short ; while others surmised that it was General Jones reappearing after his supposed death or capture. Whatever the cause was, its effect was wonderful upon the morale of those men, and cheers went up all along the line from those who did not know the cause in answer to those who did. When the com- mand had reached a stone mill, about three miles south- east of Hagerstown, they found the cause only a little girl about fourteen years of age, perhaps the miller's daughter, standing in the door wearing an apron in which the colors were so blended as to represent the Confederate flag. A trivial thing it may seem to those 24* 282 MEMORIES. who were not there, but to those jaded, war-worn men it was the first expression of sympathy for them and their cause that had been openly given them since they had crossed the Potomac, and their cheers went up in recognition of the courage of the little girl and her parents, who thus dared to give their sympathy to a retreating army, almost in sight of a revengeful foe. When Company D was passing the house the captain rode up and tlnanked the little girl for having done so much to revive the spirits of the troops, and asked her if she would give him a piece of the apron as a souvenir of the incident. "Yes, certainly," she rej)lied, "you may have it all," and in her enthusiasm she tore it off, not waiting to unbutton it, and handed it to the officer, who said it should be the flag of his company as long as it was upon Maryland soil. "Let me be the color-bearer, captain," said young Watkins, who was by his side; "I promise to protect it with my life." Fastening it to a staff he resumed his place at the head of the company, which was in the front squadron of the regiment. Later in the evening, in obedience to an order brought by a courier, the Eleventh Cavalry moved at a gallop in the direction of Williamsport, whence the roll of musketry and report of cannon had been heard for some time, and, rejoining the brigade, was engaged in a des- perate struggle to prevent the Federal cavalry from destroying the wagons of the whole army, which, the river being unfordable, were halted and parked at this point, their principal defence against the whole cavalry force of the enemy being the teamsters and stragglers that General Imboden had organized. The Eleventh Cavalry charged the battery in front of them, this gallant boy with his apron flag riding side by side with those who led the charge. The battery was taken and retaken, THE YOUNG COLOR-BEARER. 283 and then taken again, before the Federals withdrew from the field, followed in the direction of Boonsboro', until darkness covered their retreat. In those desperate surges many went down on both sides, and it was not until after it was over that men thought of their com- rades and inquiries were made of the missing. The captain of Company D, looking over the field for the killed and wounded, found young "Watkins lying on the ground, his head supported by the surgeon. In reply to his question, "was he badly hurt?" he answered, "!N"ot much, captain, but Ive got tJieflag!" and, putting his hand in his bosom, he drew out the little apron and gave it to the officer. When asked how it came there, he said that when he was wounded and fell from his horse the Federals were all around him, and to prevent them from capturing it he had torn it from the staff and hid it in his bosom. The surgeon told the captain, aside, that his leg was shattered by a large piece of shell, which was imbedded in the bone ; that amputation would be necessary, and he feared the wound was mortal. " But," he added, '' he has been so intent upon the safe delivery of that apron into your hands as to seem utterly unconscious of his wound." After parting with his flag the brave boy sank rapidly. He was tenderly carried by his comrades back to Hagers- town, where a hospital bad been established, and his leg amputated. The next morning his captain found him pale and haggard from suffering. By his side was a bouquet of flowers, placed by some kind friend, which seemed to cheer him much. The third day afterward he died, and was buried in a strange land, by strangers' hands, with- out a stone to mark the place where he sleeps. Thus ended the mortal career of this gallant youth, who had scarcely seen sixty days' service ; but though 284 MEMORIES. he lies in an unknown grave, he has left behind a name which should outlast the most costly obelisk that wealth or fame can erect. Gentle as a woman, yet perfectly fearless in the discharge of his duty, so sacred did he deem the trust confided to him that he forgot even his own terrible sufferings while defending it. Such names as this it is our duty to rescue from oblivion, and to write on the page of history, where the children of our common country may learn from them lessons of virtue and self- sacrifice. In his character and death he was not isolated from many of his comrades : he was but a type of many men, young and old, whose devotion to what is known as the " lost cause" made them heroes in the fullest ac- ceptation of the term, flinching from neither suffering nor death itself if coming to them in the line of duty. CHAPTEE lY. BRAVERY HONORED BY A FOB. The following story was written out for me by Eddie Souby, of New Orleans, while I was acting as assistant editress of the Southern Bivouac. It was related to him by his father, E. J. Souby, Esq., formerly a gallant soldier of the Fifth Eegiment, Hay's Brigade, and now an honored member of Association Army of Northern Virginia, Louisiana Division. It is a true story in every particular, and the name of the youth- ful hero is given, that it may live in our hearts, and be honored as it deserves, 'though he who so nobly bore it is now dead. I wish that I could also give the name of his generous foe, — no doubt as brave as generous, — the Federal officer who interposed his authority to pre- serve the life of this gallant boy. They should be re- corded, side by side, on the same page of history, and be remembered with pride by the youth of our land, no matter whether their fathers wore the blue or the gray during the late civil war. Nathan Cunningham was the name of this young hero. He was a member of the Second Company Orleans Cadets, afterwards Company E, Fifth Eegiment, Louisiana Yol- unteers, Hay's Brigade, Army of Northern Virginia, and color-bearer of the regiment at the time the incident nar- rated below occurred. The story is as follows : It was a dark and starless night. Tattoo-beat had long been heard, and Hay's Brigade, weary after a long day's march, rested beneath the dewy boughs of gigan- 286 286 MEMORIES. tic oaks in a dense forest near the placid Kappahannock. No sound broke the stillness of the night. The troops were lying on nature's rude couch, sweetly sleeping, per- haps, little dreaming of the awful dawn which was soon to break upon them. The camp-fires had burned low. The morrow's rations had been hastily cooked, hunger appeased, and the balance laid carefully away ; but that which was most essential to life had, unfortunately, been neglected. No provision for water had been made. The springs being somewhat distant from the camp, but few had spirit, after the day's weary march, to go farther. The canteens were, for the most part, empty. Though thirsting, the tired soldiers slept, oblivious to their physical sufferings. But ere the morning broke, the distant sound of musketry echoed through the woods, rudely dispelling the solemn silence of the night, and awakening from their broken dreams of home and kindred the whole mass of living valor. The roll of the drum and the stentorian voice of the gallant chief calling to arms mingled together. Aroused to duty, and groping their way through the darkness, the troops sallied forth in battle array. In a rifle-pit, on the brow of a hill overlooking the river, near Fredericksburg, were men who had exhausted their ammunition in the vain attempt to check the ad- vancing column of Hooker's finel}^ equipped and disci- plined army, which was crossing the river. But owing to the heavy mist which prevailed as the morning broke, httle or no execution had been done. To the relief of these few came the brigade in double-quick time. But no sooner were they intrenched than the firing on the opposite side of the river became terrific, and the con- stant roaring of musketry and artillery became appalling. Undismayed, however, stood the little band of veterans, pouring volley after volley into the crossing column. BRAVERY HONORED BY A FOE. 287 Soon many soldiers fell. Their agonizing cries, as they lay helpless in the trenches, calling most piteously for water, caused many a tear to steal down the cheeks of their comrades in arms, and stout hearts shook in the performance of their duty. " Water 1" "Water I" But, alas! there was none to give. Eoused as they had been from peaceful dreams to meet an assault so early and so unexpected, no time was left them to do aught but buckle on their armor. "Boys!" exclaimed a lad of eighteen, the color-bearer of one of the regiments, " I can't stand this any longer. My nature can't bear it. They want water, and water they must have. So let me have a few canteens, and I'll go for some." Carefully laying the colors, which he had conspicu- ously borne on many a field, in the trench, he leaped out in search of water, and was soon, owing to the heavy mist, out of sight. Shortly afterwards the firing ceased for a while, and there came a courier with orders to fall back to the main line, a distance of over twelve hundred yards- to the rear. It had, doubtless, become evident to General Lee that Hooker had crossed the river in sufficient force to advance. The retreating column had not proceeded far when it met the noble youth, his canteens all filled with water, returning to the sufferers, who were still lying in the distant trenches. The eyes of the soldier-boy, who had oftentimes tenderly and lovingly gazed upon the war- worn and faded flag floating over the ranks, now saw it not. The troops, in their hurry to obey orders and owing, probably, to the heavy mist that surrounded them, had overlooked or forgotten the colors. On sped the color-bearer back to the trenches to re- 288 MEMORIES. lieve the thirst of his wounded companions as well as to save the honor of his regiment by rescuing its colors. His riiission of mercy was soon accomplished. The wounded men drank freely, thanked and blessed him. And now to seize the flag and double-quick back to his regiment was the thought and act of a moment. But hardly had he gone ten paces from the ditch when a company of Federal soldiers appeared ascending the hill. The voice of an officer sternly commanded him to " Halt and surrender !" The morning sun, piercing with a lurid glare the dense mist, reveals a hundred rifles levelled at his breast. One moment more and his soul is to pass into eternity, for his answer is, " Xever while I hold these colors." But why is he not fired upon ? Why do we still see him with the colors flying above his head, now beyond the reach of rifle-balls, when but a moment before he could have been riddled with bullets ? And now, see ! he enters proudly but breathlessly the ranks, and re- ceives the congratulations of his friends in loud acclaim. The answer comes, because of the generous act of the Federal officer in command of that company. When this noble officer saw that the love of honor was far dearer to the j^outh than life, in the impulse of a mag- nanimous heart he freely gave him both in the word of command, — " Bring back your pieces, men ! don't shoot that brave boy!" Such nobility of character and such a generous nature as that displayed by this officer, must ever remain a living monument to true greatness; and should these lines perchance meet his eyes, let him know and feel the proud satisfaction that the remembrance of his noble deed is gratefully cherished, and forever engraved in the heart of the soldier-boy in gray. CHAPTEE Y. SALLY'S RIDE. On a bright Sunday morning Sally sat upon the gallery of her uncle's house slowly swaying backward and for- ward in a low rocking-chair. In her hand was her prayer-book, but I greatly fear she had not read as she ou2:ht, for while her finder was held between the shut covers, marking " the Psalms for the day," her bright eyes wandered continually over the lovely scene before her. Above her head branches of tender green were tossing merrily in the March wind, at her feet lay a parterre bright with spring buds and flowers. Beyond the garden-fence the carriage-road described a curve, and swept away under the lofty pines which here bounded the view. On either side lay fields of newly-planted cotton. Behind the houSe, seen through the wide-open doors and windows, the orchard gleamed pink and white. Still beyond, blue smoke curled upward from the cabins of the negroes in " the quarter," — almost a village in itself. The noise of their children at play was borne upon the wind, mingled with the weird chanting of hymns by the older negroes. The family, with the exception of Sally, had gone to church, — a distance of twelve miles. For weeks it had been known that " Wilson's raiders" would be likely at any time to appear; but continued security had lulled the apprehensions of the planters hereabouts, and, besides, they depended upon Confeder- ate scouts to give timely warning. But suddenly on this peaceful Sunday a confused noise from the direction N t 25 289 290 MEMORIES. of " the quarter" startled Sally, and directly a crowd of frightened negroes ran to the house with the tale that a party of scouts had been driven in, reporting the Yankees approaching and only ten miles away. The sense of responsibility which at once took posses- sion of the girl's mind overmastered her terror. She, as well as a few servants considered worthy of trust, had received clear instructions how to act in such an emergency; but before anything could be accom- plished a part}^ of horsemen (Confederates) rode up, and hastily giving information that the Federals had taken the "Pleasant Hill road," dashed off again. This knowledge did not relieve Sally's mind, however, for on the Pleasant Hill road lay the fine plantation of another uncle. Dr. , who was, she knew, absent. The overseer, unaware of the approach of the raiders, would, unless warned, not have time to run off the valuable horses. By the road the enemy had taken the distance was several miles, but there was a " short cut" through the woods, which would bring a rapid rider to the plantation much' sooner, and at once it occurred to our heroine to send a boy on the only avail- able animal, an old white mule, which had long enjoyed exemption from all but light work as a reward for faith- ful services in the past. Alas! Sally found she had " reckoned without her" — negro. Abject terror had over- come even the habitual obedience of the servants, and not one would venture; they only rolled their eyes wildly, breaking forth into such agony of protestations that the girl ceased to urge them, and, dismayed at the peril she was powerless to arrest, sat down to consider matters. She knew that the family had that morning driven to church, and so the carriage-horses were safe for the present. But there was the doctor's buggy-horse, a magnificent SALLY S RIDE. 291 iron-gray, and Persimmon, her cousin's riding- horse, a beautiful cream-colored mare with black, flowing mane and tail, and Green Persimmon, her colt, which was like its mother, and scarcely less beautiful. Besides, there were horses and mules which, if not so orna- mental, were indispensable. Oh, these must be run off and saved, — but how ? Goaded by these thoughts, and upon the impulse of the moment, the girl ordered a side- saddle to be put upon old " Whitey," and, hastily mount- ing, belabored the astonished beast until, yielding to the inevitable, he started off at a smart trot. Once in the woods, Sally's heart quailed within her ; her terror was extreme. The tramp, tramp of her steed she thought was as loud as thunder, and felt sure that thus she would be betrayed. The agitation of the underbrush caused by the wind seemed to her to denote the presence of a concealed enemy. She momentarily expected a " Yank" to step from behind a tree and seize her bridle. As she rushed along, hanging branches (which at another time she would have stooped to avoid) severely scratched her face and dishevelled her hair; but never heeding, she urged on old Whitey until he really seemed to become inspired with the spirit of the occa- sion, to regain his youthful fire, and so dashed on until at length Sally drew rein at the bars of the horse- lot, where the objects of her solicitude were quietly grazing, with the exception of G-reen Persimmon, who seemed to be playing a series of undignified capers for the amusement of her elders. To catch these was a work of time : Sally looked on in an agony of impa- tience. Eut, forunately, a neighbor rode up just then with the news that for some unknown reason the Fed- eral soldiers had, after halting awhile just beyond the forks of the road, marched back to the river and were recrossing. "With the usual inconsistency of her sex, 292 MEMORIES. Sally now began to cry, trembling so violently that she was fain to dismount, and submit to be coddled and petted awhile by the old servants. She declared that she never could repass those dreadful woods, but later, a sense of duty overcame her nervousness, and (the family having returned), escorted by her cousins and followed by a faithful servant, she returned to her anxious friends, who in one breath scolded her for hav- ing dared so great risks and in the next praised her courage and devotion. The visit of the raiders was, alas ! not long delayed, but its attendant horrors may not here be described. The terrible story may, perhaps, be told at another time, — for the present, adieu. CHAPTEE YL The following story, originally written by me for the Southern Bivouac^ is strictly true. The successful for- ager was once a patient of mine, and is well known to me. I also know that he perpetrated the joke as de- scribed. The article is intended to appear as if written by a soldier's son. HIGH PRICE FOR NEEDLES AND THREAD. By Walter. My father was once a private soldier in the Confederate army, and he often tells us interesting stories of the war. One morning, just as he was going down town, mother sent me to ask him to change a dollar. He could not do it, but he said, — " Ask your mother how much change she wants." She only wanted a dime to buy a paper of needles and some silk to mend my jacket. So I went back and asked for ten cents. Instead of taking it out of his vest-pocket, father opened his pocket-book and said, — " Did you say you wanted ten dollars or ten cents^ my boy ?" " Why, father," said I, " whoever heard of paying ten dollars for needles and thread ?" " 1 have," said he. " I once heard of a paper of needles, and a skein of silk, worth more than ten dollars." His eyes twinkled and looked so pleasant that I knew there was a story on hand, so I told mother and sis' Loo, who promised to find out all about it. After supper that night mother coaxed father to tell us the story. 25* 293 294 MEMORIES, We liked it ever so much : so I got mother to write it down for the Bivouac. After the battle of Chickamauga, one of " our mess" found a needle-case which had belonged to some poor fellow, probably among the killed. He did not place much value upon the contents, although there was a paper of No. 8 needles, several buttons, and a skein or two of thread, cut at each end and neatly braided so that each thread could be smoothly drawn out. He put the whole thing in his breast-pocket, and thought no more about it. But one day, while out foraging for himself and his mess, he found himself near a house where money could have procured a fine meal of fried chicken, corn-pone, and buttermilk, besides a small supply to carry back to camp. But Confederate soldiers' purses were generally as empty as their stomachs, and in this instance the lady of the house did not oflPer to give away her nice dinner. "While the poor fellow was in- haling the enticing odor, and feeling desperately hungry, a girl rode up to the gate on horseback, and bawled out to another girl inside the house, — " Oh, Cindy, I rid over to see if you couldn't lend me a needle ! I broke the last one I had to-day, and pap says thar ain't nary 'nother to be bought in the country hereabouts !" Cindy declared she was in the same fix, and couldn't finish her new homespun dress for that reason. The soldier just then had an idea. He retired to a little distance, pulled out his case, sticking two needles on the front of his jacket, then went back and offered one of them, with his best bow, to the girl on the horse. Right away the lady of the house offered to trade for the one remaining. The result was a plentiful dinner for himself; and in consideration of a thread or two of silk, a full haversack and canteen. HIGH PRICE FOR NEEDLES AND THREAD. 295 After this our mess was well supplied, and our forager began to look sleek and fat. The secret of his success did not leak out till long afterward, when he astonished the boys by declaring that he " had been ' living like a fighting-cock' on a paper of needles and two skeins of silk." "And," added father, " if he had paid for all the meals he got in Confederate money, the amount would have been far more than ten dollars." I know other boys and girls will think this a queer story, but I hope they will like it as well as mother and Loo and I did. CHAPTEE YII. BUNNY. One bright morning I sat in the matron's room of the " Buckner Hospital," then located at Newnan, Georgia. Shall I describe to you this room — or my suite of rooms ? Indeed, I fear you will be disappointed, dear young readers, for perhaps the word " hospital" conveys to your mind the idea of a handsome and lofty building containing every convenience for nursing the sick, and for the comfort of attendants. Alas! during the war hospital arrangements were of the roughest. Frequent changes of location were imperative, transportation was difficult. So it became a "military necessity" to seize upon such buildings as were suitable in the towns where it was intended to establish a "post." Court- houses, halls, stores, hotels, even churches had to be used, — the pews being removed and replaced by the rough hospital beds. The " Buckner Hospital" was expected to accommo- date nearly one thousand sick and wounded, and em- braced every building for two solid squares. Near the centre a small store had been appropriated to the ma- tron's use during the day. Here all business relating to the comfort of the sick and wounded was transacted. The store as it stood, shelves, counters, and all, became the " linen-room," and was piled from floor to ceihng with bedding and clean clothing. The back " shed-room" was the matron's own. A rough table, planed on the top, stood in the centre. With the exception of one 296 BUNNY. 297 large rocking-chair, kindly donated by a lady of Eing- gold, Georgia, boxes served for chairs. A couch made of boxes and piled with comforts and pillows stood in one corner. This served not only as an occasional rest- ing-place for the matron, but, with the arm-chair, was frequently occupied by soldiers who, in the early stages of convalescence, having made a pilgrimage to my room, were too weak to return at once, and so rested awhile. Here 1 sat on the morning in question looking over some " diet lists," when I heard a slight noise at the door. Soon a little girl edged her way into the room. Her dress was plain and faded, but when she pushed back the calico sun-bonnet a sweet, bright face appeared. She came forward as shyly as a little bird and stood at my side. As I put out my hand to draw her closer, she cried, " Don't, you'll scare him !" And then I perceived that she held close to her breast, wrapped in her check apron, something that moved and trembled. Carefully the little girl removed a corner of the apron, disclosing the gray head and frightened eyes of a squirrel. Said she, "It's Bunny; he's mine; I raised him, and I want to give him to the sick soldiers! Daddy's a soldier T' And as she stated this last fact the sweet face took on a look of pride. "What is your name, and how did you get here?" I said. "My name is Ca-line. Uncle Jack, he brung in a load of truck, and mammy let me come ^long, an' I didn't have nothing to fetch to the poor soldiers but Bunny. He's mine," she repeated, as she tenderly covered again the trembling little creature. I soon found that she desired to give the squirrel away with her own hands, and did not by any means consider me a sick sol- dier. That she should visit the fever-wards was out of the question, so I decided to go with her to a ward 298 MEMORIES. where were some wounded men, most of whom were convalescent. My own eyes, alas ! were so accustomed to the sight of the pale, suffering faces, empty sleeves, and dreadful scars, that I did not dream of the effect it would have upon the child. As we entered she dropped my hand, clinging con- vulsively to my dress. Addressing the soldiers, I said, " Boys, little Ca-line has brought you her pet squirrel ; her father is a soldier, she says." But here the poor child broke down utterly ; from her pale lips came a cry which brought tears to the eyes of the brave men who surrounded her : " Oh, daddy, daddy ; I don't want you to be a soldier! Oh, lady, will they do my daddy like this?" Hastily retreating, I led the tortured child to my room, where at last she recovered herself. I gave her lunch, feeding Bunny with some corn-bread, which he ate, sitting on the table by his little mistress, his bright eyes fixed warily upon me. A knock at the door startled us. The child quickly snatched up her pet and hid him in her apron. The visitor proved to be " Uncle Jack," a white-headed old negro, who had come for " little Missy." Tears came to my eyes as I watched the struggle which at once began in that brave little heart. Her streaming eyes and heaving breast showed how hard it was to give up Bunny. Uncle Jack was impatient, how- ever, and at. last " Missy" thrust the squirrel into my hands, saying, sobbingl}^, " TAar, you keep him to show to 'em, but don't let nothin' hurt' him." I arose and placed Bunny in the deep pocket of an army over- coat that hung by the window, where he cuddled down contentedly. Ca-line passed out with a lagging step, but in a few moments ran back, and, drawing a box under the window, climbed upon it to peep into the BUNNY. 299 pocket at her pet, who ungratefully growled at being disturbed. She then ran out without a word to me, and I saw her no more. Bunny soon attached himself to me. Creeping into my pocket, he would always accompany me in my rounds through the wards. The sick and wounded took the greatest delight in his visits. As soon as I en- tered the door the squirrel would run up on my shoulder; from thence, jumping upon the beds, would proceed to search for the treasures which nearly every patient had saved and hidden for him. His capers were a source of unceasing amusement to his soldier friends, — I cannot describe to you how great. The story of little Ca-line's self-sacrifice went the rounds among them. All admired and truly appreciated her heroism and her love for "the poor, sick soldiers." Bunny lived happily for a long time. One day, how- ever, as I was passing along the street, he began as usual to run from out my pocket to my shoulder, and back again to nestle in his hiding-place. Just then a large dog came by. The frightened squirrel made a vain attempt to reach a tree by the road-side. Failing, he was at once seized and instantly killed. My regret was shared by all the soldiers, who long remembered and talked of poor Bunny. CHAPTEK YIII. BEAUREGARD. One very cold day in the winter of 1862 there came to the Third Alabama Hospital, in Eichmond, Virginia, a sick soldier, belonging to the Third Alabama Eegiment. He was shivering, and so hoarse that he could only speak in whispers. Instead of going at once to bed, however, he sat down upon a bench by the stove, keep- ing his blanket drawn closely over his chest. His teeth were chattering, and continued to do so until I. ordered him to go to his bed immediately, meanwhile hastening down-stairs to prepare for him a hot drink. Upon my return, my patient was in bed, closely covered up, — head and all. As soon as I turned down the bedclothes from his face, I was startled by a furious er-r-r-r bow-wow, wow, wow, which also attracted the attention of every one in the large ward. Of course it was impossible longer to conceal the fact that the new patient had brought with him a dog, so he showed me — nestling under his arm — a young Newfoundland puppy, looking like nothing so much as a fluffy black ball. His bright eyes gleamed fiercely and he continued to bark in a shrill tone, which could not be allowed to continue, as it ex- cited and disturbed the sick. I am a lover of dogs, and now offered to take charge of this little waif His master was unwilling to part with him, but there was no alternative, so I carried him off down-stairs, where, installed in comfortable quarters and petted by every- body, the ungrateful little dog seemed to forget the sick 300 BEAUREGARD. 301 master who had cherished him so fondly, and, far from grieving or moping at the separation, grew every day more frolicsome. From the soldier I learned the history of his dog. He said, — " Shortly before I was sent to the hospital our regi- ment captured a Federal camp. Among the plunder I found that little fellow curled up in a camp-bed that some Yankee had just- got out of, and as warm as toast. He seemed to take to me right off. I reckon the Yankee had a name for him, but I call him ' Beauregard.' The poor fellow has had a hard time since I got him, for rations in the valley are poor and scant, but Tve done with less so he could have a bite, and I tell you he has kept me warm a many a night." However, when the soldier was ready to return to camp, Beauregard had grown quite too large to be carried in his master's bosom. So he was given to my little son, and remained to claim our care and to become an object of interest to all inmates of the hospital. It became so much a matter of course for me to take the dog with me on my morning rounds through the wards that whenever he was left behind, my patients never failed to miss him, and to inquire, " Where's the gen- eral to-day ?" He was very intelligent, easily learning to trot quietly along down the rows of beds. If he ever grew too frisky, I had only to stop short, pointing to the entrance, when down would drop his tail, and he was off like a shot to the yard. There he awaited my coming, always looking anxiously in my face to see if I was still angry. When I would ask, " Are you sorry, Beau?" he would whine and come crawling to my feet. As soon as he heard me say " All right," he began to bound and run around in a circle and in other ways to show his joy. Among the patients he had many warm friends who 26 302 MEMORIES. used to take great pleasure in saving scraps to feed him with. They also loved to tease him by wrapping some nice morsel in many papers. The parcel was then hidden. Beauregard knew just which beds to stop at, and, greatly to the delight of his friends, would put his paws upon the bunks and "nose about" under the mattress or pillows for the bundles there hidden. After many at- tempts to get through the many papers in which lay a coveted morsel, he would grow impatient and disgusted, and would at last sit down, looking earnestly first at the inmate of the bed, then at the parcel on the floor. Then, if he was not helped, he would push the bed with his paw, until at last he succeeded in gaining his wish. Early in the spring Beau fell into some disgrace, for while romping with my little boy he threw him down and broke his arm. Everybody scolded the poor dog, crying shame on him wherever he appeared, until he got a habit of slinking out of sight. Before the broken arm was quite well, little Wally grew very ill of typhoid fever, so ill that his papa was sent for, for it seemed that he must die. Beauregard attached him- self very closely to my husband, rarely leaving his side. When his new master returned to camp, I went down to the boat to see him off. The dog followed us. The boat was crowded with soldiers going to reinforce McG-ruder, so I did not go on board, but when ready to return discovered that Beau was missing. The first letter from my husband announced that the dog had followed his master on the boat, where he must have hidden, for his presence was not discovered until some time after the boat had left the wharf. In camp he be- came a terrible nuisance. No matter how securely he was tied, the dog always managed to escape and attend the drill. Here he would sometimes sit down and gravely watch the proceedings, cocking his head first BEA UREGARD. 303 on one side, then on the other, but usually he would rush into the ranks to find his master, getting under the feet of the men, who in consequence lost step and got out of line, of course becoming very angry. The shells frequently exploding in the vicinity became a constant terror to this unfortunate, who knew not how to avoid them. He soon learned to distinguish the shriek of a coming shell, and would race off in one direction, look- ing fearfully back over his shoulder,, until a similar sound in another quarter would so puzzle and terrify him that he would stand still awhile until the noise of an explosion utterly demoralized him, when he would frantically dig up the ground, as if trying to bury him- self I am afraid I must acknowledge that my dog was not strictly honest. In fact, his depredations upon their larders won for him the undying hatred of the colored cooks of various messes, who were always seeking re- venge. Their dislike culminated one day in a dreadful scalding, inflicted upon the poor dog by the cook of an officers' mess, who poured a whole kettle of boiling water upon his back, causing him weeks of suffering and the loss of part of his beautiful flossy coat. This seemed to have implanted in his mind a profound dis- trust of negroes, which he never ceased to entertain until the day of his death. After this Beauregard was sent up to Eichmond that I might cure his wound; this I was more easily enabled to do, as my friends among the surgeons kindly advised and assisted me. He was soon quite well, the growing hair nearly concealing his scars. When I left Eichmond with my little boy, Beau accompanied us, and found a permanent home upon the plantation of a relative in Alabama. It was here that he first showed his extreme dislike for negroes, which attracted attention and became unmistakable. 304 MEMORIES. At first it gave much trouble, but gradually he grew tolerant of the servants upon the "home-place," al- though he never took kindly even to these. He never forgot that he had been scalded. At any time steam arising from a boiling tea-kettle or pot would send him yelping away. I remember hearing the youngsters say that once when Beauregard had followed them miles into the woods, seeming to enjoy the tramp and the hunt, they having decided to have a lunch of broiled birds, heated some water in a camp-kettle to scald them pre- paratory to picking off the feathers. As soon as the birds were dipped into the water and taken out steam- ing, the dog set out for home, where they found him, upon their return, hiding under a corn-crib. Although, as I said before. Beau became used to the servants whom he saw every day upon the home-place, no strange negro dared to come inside the big gate unless accompanied by one of the familj-. Whenever the deep, hoarse bark of Beauregard announced the appearance of strangers, it was known that the dog must be chained. Not once, but many times, I have seen a load of " fodder" or " garden-truck" driven into the yard and immediately surrounded by this one big dog, who would keep the black driver crouching at the very top of the load with " ashy" face and chattering teeth, while his besieger walked growling around the wagon, occasionally jumping up upon the chance of seizing an unguarded foot. Until the dog was securely chained nothing would induce his prisoner to venture down. No chicken-thieves dared to put in an appearance so long as this faithful beast kept watch upon the premises. And for his faithfulness he was doomed to destruction. Such a state of security in any place could not long be tolerated. The would-be thieves, exasperated by the impunity with which fine, fat turkeys, geese, ducks, and BEA UREQARD. 305 chickens walked about before their very eyes, and smoke-houses, melon-patches, and wood-piles remained undisturbed, at last poisoned faithful Beauregard, whose death left the home-place unprotected, for not one of his successors ever followed his example or proved half as watchful. I tt 26* I I PART III. AFTER TWENTY YEAES.* CHAPTER I. "MY BOYS." Address to the Wives and Children of Confederate Veterans. I HAVE been often and earnestly requested by "my comrades" to address to you a few words explanatory of the tie which binds me to them and them to me. They tell me, among other things, that you "wonder much, and still the wonder grows," that I should pre- sume to call grave and dignified husbands and fathers " my boys." Having promised to meet their wishes, I must in advance apologize for the egoism which it is quite impossible to avoid, as my own war record is inseparable from that of my comrades. Does it seem strange to you that I call these bronzed and bearded men "my boys?" Ah, friends, in every time-worn face there lives always for me " the light of other days." Memory annihilates the distance between the long-ago and the present. I seem to see them marching, with brave, bright faces and eager feet, to meet the foe. I hear the distant boom of cannon, growing fainter as they press the retreating enemy. And then, alas! many come back to me muti- lated, bleeding, dying, yet with ardor unquenched, re- * These articles, originally prepared for The Southern Bivouac and " South Illustrated," are here republished by special request. 306 "Mr BOYS.'' 307 pressing moans of anguish that they may listen for the shout of victory : wrestling fiercely with the King of Terrors, not that they fear to die, but because his chill grasp palsies the arm that would fain strike another blow for the right. I stood among the sick and wounded Ijing in a hos- pital in Eichmond, Virginia, while the magnificent Army of Northern Virginia was passing from the scene of their late glorious victory at Manassas to meet the invaders under McClellan, who were marching upon the Penin- sula. Around me lay many sick and wounded men, gathered under the immense roof of a tobacco factory, which covered nearly a whole square. Its windows commanded a full view of the legions passing on both sides. . The scene I can never forget. As the strains of mar- tial music fell upon the summer air, pale, gaunt forms struggled to their feet, feebly but eagerly donned clothes and accoutrements, and, staggering under their weight, crept to the office of the surgeon in charge, piteously begging that they might " get to go on with the boys." Many, too weak to rise, broke into bitter sobs: tears poured from eyes bright with fever or dim with the shadow of death. Passing among these, I was startled to see a patient, whom all bad supposed to be dying, sitting up in bed. Stretching his arms toward me, he cried out, "Lady, lady, come here!" He was a boy of sixteen years, one of the glorious Third Alabama, and he begged so hard to be allowed to see " the boys" that I had his bunk drawn up to an open window, support- ing him in my arms so that he could see. When his own regiment passed, he tried with faltering breath to cheer, but, failing, waved his feeble hand, gasping out, " God knows, I wish I could be with you, boys, but *pears like the heavenly Master ain't willing." 308 MEMORIES. His comrades passed on. The boy was borne back to his place, whence, in a few hours, he passed beyond all pain and disappointment. I need not mention here the magnificent record of the army that passed that day the streets of Eichmond. The pages of history are ablaze with the glory of it. !Not less glorious to me are the records written in my heart of heroic fortitude, patient endurance, sublime resignation. Alas for my poor, worn, shattered, suffer- ing, dying boys ! how their souls were tried, yet never found wanting ! The fortunes of war led me from the scenes of my first service to rejoin my husband, who had been ordered to the Army of Tennessee. On my journey, and while waiting to be assigned to duty, I lingered for a. while among the homes of Southern soldiers. How can I convey to you the impressions there received ? Here lay the main-spring of the valor which then and long afterward astonished the world. In the towns and near the front thousands of women daily ministered to the sick and wounded. When a battle ended, these could soon know the fate of loved ones, perhaps were permitted to nurse them, to attend their dying hour, or — inestimable privilege — reclaim the precious casket which had enshrined a gallant soul. But in many a coun- try home women endured, day after day, crucifixion of the soul, yet heroically, patiently, toiled and prayed on. Startled by flying rumors, tortured by suspense, weary with unwonted labor, they never dreamed of leaving the post of duty or of neglecting the interests confided to their care. No comforter had they save their God, no resource but unwearied prayer. Memory brings back to me a scene which sadly illus- trates the exalted courage and faith of these noble women. I was present one night when, at a plantation "MY BOYS.'' 309 home, the family and servants were assembled, as usual, for prayers. The aged father led the worship, but, while praying for the absent sons, two of whom had already fallen in battle, he faltered and ceased. In- stantly the clear, sweet voice of the mother was heard as she prayed fervently, not only for the dear ones at the front, but for the holy cause, for other parents, other sons, and for strength to submit to God's will. I have, sitting by the bedside of sick or wounded sol- diers, read to them letters from just such homes, breath- ing lofty courage, full of cheer, although I knew that the hearts of the writers had been almost breaking, the fingers that penned them stiff and trembling with toil hitherto unknown. Grod bless the women of the South. If from every wreath that ever adorned the brow of a hero the brightest laurels were plucked, all would not form an offering too resplendent to lay at their feet. Soon after the battle of Shiloh began my service with the Army of Tennessee. How shall I make you under- stand, dear friends, how strong, how dear, how imperish- able are the ties which bind me to these grand and noble heroes, — the true, brave boys with whom I shared until the bitter end their trials and glory. Heroic souls who bore with equal fortitude and transcendent bravery alike the shock of battle, the pangs of " hope deferred," the untold hardships which soon became their daily portion. Their bleeding feet dyed alike the snows of Georgia and the rocky mountain paths of Tennessee. As their ranks were decimated by battle, disease, starvation, death, the hearts that were left swelled higher and higher with holy zeal, sublime courage. Night after night, with lagging, unwilling feet, they made the hated retreat. Day after day the sun shone on those defiant faces as they presented a still unbroken front and hurled them- 310 MEMORIES. selves again and again against the invaders, contesting overy inch of the land they loved. Ah, the horrors of those latter days, when daily, almost hourly, brought to me ghastly wrecks of man- hood, when my ears were always filled with the moans of the dying, or irrepressible agonizing shrieks of those who were undergoing the torture of the surgeon's knife without the blessed aid of chloroform, for that was con- traband of war. Do you wonder, then, that I love to call those comrades of mine " my boys" ? Whether they served in the Army of Northern Yirginia or the Army of Tennessee, they were all alike my comrades. Their precious blood has often dyed my own garments. I have gone down with them to the very gates of death, wrestling with the death angel every step of the way, sometimes only to receive their last sighs as they passed into the valley of the shadow, sometimes permitted to guide their feeble feet once more into the paths of glory. I have shared their rations, plain but plentiful at first, at the last only a mouldy crust and a bit of rusty bacon. I have been upon an ambulance-train freighted with human agony delayed for hours by rumors of an enemy in ambush. I have fed men hungry with the ravening hunger of the wounded with scanty rations of musty corn-bread ; have seen them drink eagerly of foetid water, dipped from the road-side ditches. Yet they bore it all with supreme patience ; fretted and chafed, it is true, but only on account of enforced inactivity. I have packed haversacks with marching rations for forty-eight hours, a single corn-dodger split and with only a thin slice of bacon between the pieces. This was a Confederate sandwich. And on such food South- ern soldiers marched incredible distances, fought des- perate battles. The world will never cease to wonder "Mr BOYS." 311 at the unfailing devotion, the magnificent courage, the unparalleled achievements of the Southern armies. Scarcely less admirable is the heroic spirit in which they have accepted defeat ; the industry which has hidden the desolation of our land with bountiful harvest, the honesty of purpose which now seeks to restore the constitution framed by our forefathers as it was, the patient yet invincible determination which has driven out tyranny and oppression, and reclaimed for posterit}^ this beautiful Southland, rich with historic memories, made sacred and beautiful by the graves of heroes. And these are my boys — still — always my boys. From the highest places of the land they turn to give me a comrade's greeting. I glory in the renown of these, but just as dear and precious to me is the warm grasp of the toil-hardened hand and the smile which beams upon me from the rugged face of the very humblest of " the boys who wore the gray." Dear friends, this subject is to me inexhaustible ; but I may no longer trespass upon your patience. With loving, reverent hands I have lifted the veil of the past. Let the transcendent glory streaming through penetrate the mask which time and care and sorrow have woven for the faces of my boys, and show you the brave, un- faltering hearts as I know them. CHAPTEE II. THE CONFEDERATE REUNION AT DALLAS. On the raorning of August 6, 1885, a small party of ladies and gentlemen set forth from Shreveport to attend the Confederate reunion at Dallas, Texas. The gentlemen of the party were veteran soldiers, and your correspondent claimed like honors. (Place this admission to my credit, for, believe me, it is a ruthless sacrifice of womanly vanity to dearer memories.) In congenial companionship the day passed quickly. Its close brought us to Dallas. And here began at once an emotional experience which might well be called " a tempest of the heart," — glimpses of glory once real. " Forms and scenes of long ago" appeared in such con- stant succession that it seemed Hke a resurrection of the dead and buried past. The first object that met our view was a large Con- federate battle-flag, suspended from a conspicuous build- ing on one of the principal streets, surmounted, sur- rounded by "star-spangled banners," large and small, but still there, to set our hearts throbbing wildly, to call forth a rain of blinding tears. This was but the begin- ning. Borne swiftly onward to the hotel, we momen- tarily started forward with streaming eyes and bated breath to gaze upon the phantom legions ever passing. Squads of cavalry dashed by, manly, weather-beaten boys in gray, and elegant-looking officers wearing the well-remembered slouched hat with cord and feathers, and full Confederate uniforms. Infantry and artillery 312 THE CONFEDERATE REUNION AT DALLAS. 313 officers and privates thronged the sidewalks, arm in arm, walking in half embrace, or standing with hand grasping hand. Those not in uniform wore the badges of their respective commands, and frequently some faded rem- nant of " the gray." In the large dry-goods establishment of Sauger & Brothers an immense show-window was skilfully and beautifully arranged in honor of the occasion. Confed- erate soldiers (life size), so natural and life-like as to startle one, were grouped around a camp-fire anxiously watching a large kettle containing a tempting-look- ing " mess" of green corn, potatoes, other vegetables, and the rations of pork and beef. Blankets neatly rolled and strapped, canteens, haversacks, etc., lay near upon the ground. In the background, a deck of cards and two piles of Confederate money had evidently been thrown down and deserted to " watch the pot." We learned that this most realistic arrangement was the work of a "Yankee boy," whose father had served in the Federal army, — a loving tribute to the people among whom he had come to make his home. Arrived at the hotel, where a crowd of people waited in the parlor to be assigned rooms, we witnessed many a touching scene between veterans who met now after twenty years. An anxious face would look in at the door, a manly form would advance irresolutely into the room, furtively scanning the new-comers. Suddenly, — "Jim, can this be you?" "Why, Dave, old fel! great God, is this Dave?" Then as hand met and grasped hand these strong men would often break into sobs which forbade all speech, while every heart of those who looked on thrilled with responsive feeling. From what I learned of the intended evening festivi- ties at the camp-ground (music and dancing under the glare of the electric light), I felt disinclined to be present. o 27 314 MEMORIES. All day I had walked hand in hand with memory, turn- ing again and again to clasp her closely and to feel the throbbing of her sad heart upon my own. The dear presence still enthralled me, and I could imagine no counter-charm in the laughing face and airy form of Terpsichore. On the following morning, Amy and I, escorted by a gallant Missouri veteran, set out for the rendezvous, where we found assembled three or four thousand peo- ple, among whom hundreds wearing more or less of the gray were conspicuous. The perfect and magnificent arrangements for the comfort *and entertainment of guests insjDired one with genuine admiration for those who had so well accomplished the grand results every- where apparent. Did one thirst ? In a hundred cool, pleasant nooks were placed casks of ice-water, with dip- pers and gourds of all sizes attached by long chains. If hungry, at " Headquarters" requisitions were fur- nished and duly honored by the commissary, who seemed to have a never-failing supply of delicious bar- becued beef and mutton, also generous rations of fresh bread. These were supplemented by elegant refreshments of all kinds, served under shaded tents by ladies, whose entire cordiality made them charming hostesses. Bands of music continually enlivened the scene. One of these (Gauche Brothers, of Dallas) was of rare excel- lence, rendering " Bonnie Blue Flag," " Dixie," and an exquisite nocturne, " The Soldier's Dream" (composed for this occasion by the leader of this band), with so much expression and skill as to elicit great applause. The speaker's stand was beautifully ornamented. Hang- ing on either side of the rostrum was a Confederate battle- flag. Above them, in the centre, floated a new and very handsome United States banner in graceful undulations. THE CONFEDERATE REUNION AT DALLAS. 315 From its blue field not a star was missing. All had been restored, and the bunting waved proudly as if in- stinct with knowledge of this fact. But, oh, those other flatrs! sacred emblems of a cause so loved, so nobly defended, yet, alas, lostl shattered and torn by shot and shell, begrimed with the smoke of battle, deeply stained with precious blood; as the summer breeze dallied with their ragged folds, they seemed to stir with a feeble, mournful motion, like the slow throb- bing of a breaking heart. Pictures illustrating camp- life, battle scenes, etc., ornamented the stand, which was also decorated plentifully with red and white, with a sujfficient admixture of blue to make one remember to be loyal to the present. The attempt to depict camp- life, cannon, camp-fires, tents, stacked guns, sentries, etc., was utterly upset by the presence of hundreds of ladies and children, with the inevitable paraphernalia necessary to their comfort. " The front of grim-visaged war" was constantly being smoothed into beauty by baby fingers. Men, lured by siren voices, deserted the tented field, and were happy, in entire forgetfulness of duty (so called). Soldiers who did not bring ladies en- joyed hugely living in tents and once more " messing" together. Many eloquent speakers addressed the crowd. Pearls of eloquence were sown broadcast, and brought forth a generous harvest of applause. The number of officers present was surprising. Gen- erals, colonels, majors were pointed out to me by the score, and at last I began to wonder whether in the portion of the Confederate army here represented there were any " privates," at least I might have so wondered had I not known that, after many of the battles now being recalled with honest pride and merited applause, my own eyes had been too dim with tears to see the glory, my ears had failed to catch the sounds of triumph, 316 MEMORIES. because so filled with awful death-groans or the agoniz- ing cries of the wounded. Men whose parting breath was an ascription of praise to the god of battles, whose last earthly joy was the knowledge of victory, and others who, shattered and torn and in throes of agony, yet repressed their moans that they might listen for the music of the fount which " springs eternal," whose bright waters (to them) mirrored the cause they loved so well. All honor to those who planned the glorious cam- paigns of the late war — who dauntlessly led heroic legions. Their record is without a parallel in the history of nations. Equal honor to the rank and file — whose splendid valor and self-sacrifice made success possible even when further efforts seemed but a " forlorn hope." I believe I have omitted no important detail of the reunion. Each day was just like the preceding one. Meetings and partings " tried men's souls," and women's hearts were stirred to their depths. At last the end came ; afterwards to many painful re- action. Still it was passing sweet to meet old friends and comrades, and to find that memory had not proven faithless to her trust. For many a day in the future we shall stand in the light of the sur23assing glory which streamed through as the curtain, which has so long ob- scured the past, was lifted again and again by tender, reverent hands, under the oaks at Dallas. An Incident of the Dallas BeunionJ* (The scene here described is to me a " memory'' passing sweet, and one which I desire to perpetuate. This feel- ing is far removed from vanity. Had the " Lost Cause" * Written at the time for the Shreveport paper by Colonel Hen- derson, a true and gallant soldier, who has since died. THE CONFEDERATE REUNION AT DALLAS. 817 been triuniphant, my lips would have been sealed as to my own service. As it is, I glory in having served it, and cherish fondly even the slightest token that " my boys" do not forget me.) " On the last day of the Southern Soldiers' Keunion at Dallas, and when sentiments had been read in honor of this and that officer of distinction in the service of the Lost Cause, a lady occupying a somewhat retired posi- tion on the platform handed to General Gano a slip of paper on which was traced the following noble sentiment as read by General Gano in a clear, distinct voice, and in tones that expressed his entire concurrence. " The sentiment and the name subscribed are sufficient of themselves. We give it as follows : " ' The Private Soldier of the Confederate States Army. " ' He bore in his bosom a heart of oak; he withstood the brunt of battle and sustained the heat and burthen of the day. His blood nourished the laurels which other- wise had never bloomed to grace the brow of Lee and Jackson. For myself, no blessing has ever crowned my life more highly prized than the God-given privilege I enjoyed during four years of the war, of ministering to the boys who wore the ragged, unornamented gray. " ' Tour devoted friend and comrade, " ' Mrs. Fanny A. Beers, " ' Late of the Confederate Army.' " To this sentiment came the response of three cheers and a regular rebel yell, repeated and repeated for the space of twenty minutes. " But the most touching feature followed. A number of old Confederate soldiers, who had in wounds and 27* 318 MEMORIES. sickness received gentle and healing ministrations from the hands of Mrs. Beers, and learned just then that she was present, in defiance of all order, rushed to the stand and gathered about her. Each and every one bore the mark of some wound received in the war, and wore about their person some fragment of Confederate uni- form — a hat, a coat, or other article — as souvenirs of the days of trials and glory. " Like old children they gathered around her, grasping her hand and blessing her and testifying to all the world what a blessing she had been to them. " It was, indeed and truly, the most touching and strik- ing incident of the late reunion of Confederate veterans at Dallas." CHAPTEE III. CAMP NICHOLS. The Louisiana Soldiers^ Home, I MUST begin with a digression, for, as thought con- centrates itself upon this pleasant subject, one is irre- sistibly impelled to remember the delightful ride thither- ward, and to wonder if any other city in the United States can boast of street-car routes so beautiful. The visitor to " Camp l!^ichols," taking on Canal Street a car of the Esplanade and Bayou Bridge line, is borne I smoothly along for miles under cool, green arches of j oak-trees, a broad street on either side, bordered by elegant residences and lovely, fragrant gardens. Looking back, where the green arcade narrows away in the distance, or forward, to observe how the rough track is made beautiful by the shadows of dancing leaves and boughs, — glancing at the rapidly-succeeding pictures of beauty and comfort on either side, inhaling the mingled perfume of flowers, — one is placed under a spell of enchantment which lasts until, at "Bayou Bridge," the end of the route is reached. Leaving the car, a very short walk along the banks of the Bayou brings the visitor to the " camp." Upon entering the gate the first thought is, " How pleasant, how peaceful, how homelike." The comfortable-looking house is beau- tifully shaded by large live-oaks. Under these green grass is diversified by neatly-kept walks. Midway be- tween the outer gate and the house a small stream is spanned by a rustic bridge. As I stood upon this 319 320 MEMORIES. bridge and saw, upon the pleasant galleries in front of their rooms, the maimed and scarred veterans sitting in groups or apart, tranquilly smoking and chatting or reading, the dying words of our "Stonewall" Jackson came into my mind, — " Let us cross the river and rest in the shade of the trees." To him was given eternal rest. The weary spirit even then stood by the river of death and viewed beyond the trees of paradise. Less happy these who remain to witness the downfall of hope. Ah, what can be more glorious, yet more deeply sorrowful, than the story of their past. The strength and beauty of their youth and early manhood was freely given to the cause they deemed sacred. It was, alas ! lost ; and, the tempest of war subsiding, left upon a desolate shore these wrecks. Eeturning after the war to find only ruined homes and shattered fortunes, those who had retained health and strength found them taxed to the utmost. Neces- sity held them in bonds of iron, and the demands of helpless families absorbed them. All the same, manly hearts have been often and painfully stirred by the silent appeals of maimed and suffering comrades, and the faithful few have never ceased to hope and strive for the result now attained in the " Soldiers' Home." It is pleasant to feel that the first rays of the newly- arisen sun of prosperity have dispelled the darkness wherein these poor fellows have wandered so long, revealing to them the kindly faces of brothers, who, having gone in search of them, will lead them to home and rest. As I said before, the " Home" viewed from the bridge, a few hundred yards in front, suggests ideas of comfort which are fully realized upon a closer investigation. The rooms are delightfully situated (opening upon a shaded gallery), perfectly ventilated, and very cool, fur- CAMP NICHOLS. 321 nished with iron bedsteads, comfortable and cleanly bedding, wardrobes or bureaus, and washstands. The library and reception-room is a charming nook, em- bellished with many gifts from loving hands. Immediately opposite the entrance is placed an ex- cellent portrait of General Francis T. Nichols, a hero whom all (Louisianians especially) delight to honor. From the bloody battle-fields of Northern Virginia he brought back a mangled and shattered body, but enough I to hold and enshrine a powerful, active brain, and a heart as brave and generous as ever beat in human bosom. He is idolized by his comrades and beloved by us all. ] By a unanimous vote of the board of directors the I home has been called " Camp Nichols," and from a I gracefully-proportioned flag-staff, placed directly in front I of the reception-room (the gift of the Army of Tennes- j see), floats a banner whereon this honored name was j embroidered by the daughters of Generals Lee and [ Jackson during their recent visit to New Orleans. I Tbe dining-room is very large, well lighted, and fairly j shines with cleanliness. In short, everj^ appointment is i excellent, and every effort of managers and officers is directed toward making the disabled veterans feel that they are honored inmates of a home which they have earned and deserved, not recipients of charity. Camp Nichols may well be called a try sting-place of heroes. Here old comrades meet as comrades and friends. In the warm grasp of hands there is no suspicion of patron- age. Eight down in these brave, long-suffering hearts shine glances full of the unforgotten "light of other days," causing eyes dim and clouded by care and sor- row to beam with a responsive brightness. Ah, who shall undertake to estimate the value and blessedness of this work ! 322 MEMORIES. The Legislature of Louisiana organized this enter- prise in 1881, making a yearly appropriation for its sup- port. It is designed for all soldiers of Louisiana who have been disabled by wounds received in her service or have become incapacitated by age or disability; is con- trolled by a board of directors, also created by the State, consisting of the president, three vice-presidents, and recording secretary of the Army of Northern Yirginia, and the president, three vice-presidents, and recording secretary of the Army of Tennessee. The harmonious action of this board is nobly sus- tained by the members composing both organizations. The president of the Army of Tennessee, Judge "Walter Eogers, is an indefatigable worker, as he was once a brave and faithful soldier. He may with perfect truth be written "as one who loves his fellow-men" (especially his fellow-soldiers). I believe he will, as long as he lives, stand a faithful sentinel upon the sands of time, watching lest the ever-encroaching tide of years may obliterate sacred foot-prints. All arrangements having been nearly completed, the Home was opened January 1, 1884. Eight soldiers were at once admitted, and since the number has been in- creased to fifty. Under the rules of the institution no compulsory labor is allowed except that necessary to properly police the quarters. Yet all feel so deep an interest in their Home that they yield willing assistance whenever asked. They choose such occupations as they are physically able to perform, and take delight in keeping things in order. The Home has many friends outside of the Confed- erate organizations, none more zealous and truly kind than the officers and members of the Grand Army of the Eepublic, "Mewer Post." These are frequent and welcome visitors to Camp Kichols, and have shown both CAMP NICHOLS. 323 «> generosity and thoughtfulness in their contributions to the comfort of its inmates. The superintendent, Captain Wilh'am Bullitt, was selected on account of his soldierly qualities and excellent administrative abilities, and by a unanimous vote of the board elected to fill the position. His record is untarnished and excellent. At the in- ception of the war, having assisted in raising the First Compan}^ Louisiana Guards, he went out as first lieuten- ant of the same, won by promotion the rank of captain and afterwards of major, which he held at the close of the war. Used, therefore, to command, he also brings to his work a thorough love for it, and an amount of intelli- gence in interpreting, and skill in carrying out arrange- ments and improvements proposed by the board of directors, which insures success and the satisfaction of all concerned. " God bless our Home," and let the light of His coun- tenance shine upon it and bless it. And may God strengthen the kindly hands which have led these weary ones away from thorny pathways " through green pastures and beside still waters." May they never falter nor fail until the all-merciful Father shall himself provide the "rod and staff" which shall guide all through the dark valley to rest eternal. CHAPTER lY. THE MARCB OF TIME. Thoughts suggested while witnessing the ceremonies attending the unveiling of a statue of General Albert Sydney Johnston, erected upon their tomb by the Louisiana Division, Army of Tennessee, in New Orleans, Louisiana, April 6, 1887.* Little more than three years ago there came a day long to be remembered by every man, woman, and child resident in New Orleans, and by all strangers then so- journing within her gates. A day when the souls of thousands held but a single thought, when all hearts beat as one, when one impulse, strong, thrilling, irresis- tible led willing feet to where, upon a pedestal, raised stone by stone by love and selfsacrifice, stood the shrouded figure of General Robert E. Lee. Above hung heavy clouds, alas! too suggestive of the hopes that perished forever at Appomattox, but ever and anon the struggling sun broke through, lingering awhile as if to recall the matchless glory which, even in the hour of disaster and defeat, gilded and made immortal the un- tarnished swords, the stacked arms, then and there sur- rendered. To me the terrific storm which soon broke, upsetting all arrangements, abolishing all ceremonies, hushing all oratory, seemed to solemnize and mark in a most fitting manner this great occasion. For no tongue of man or angel could have evoked a feeling so strong, a sentiment * The article was first published in " The Illustrated South." 824 THE MARCH OF TIME. 325 SO lasting, as that written, as it were, by tlie finger of Heaven that day upon the hearts of that awe-stricken multitude. Years hence, those who were boys then will remember the lesson there learned. They will tell you of the soldierly figures standing at the foot of the monument, exposed to the pitiless storm, immovable, unshrinking on duty, and these were men who, follow- ing where duty led, had won an imperishable record under the immortal Lee. They will describe how, in the storm-swept streets outside the enclosure, legions of soldiers, the Blue as well as the G-ray, calmly faced the howling tempest, standing " at rest," awaiting the moment when the form of the great commander should be revealed to their reverent gaze. Among these, the veterans of the Army of Tennessee bore a conspicuous part. In their true, brave hearts, second to none in allegiance to their com- mander-in-chief, there yet lay enshrined another image, there burned another purpose equally high and holy. Hope pointed down the long vista of the future to where lay — a tomb ! only a tomb ! nay, more — a " bivouac of the dead," where, life's battle fought, the toilsome march ended, weary comrades might gather to their rest. And so far distant, yet always in sight, gleamed their Mecca ; steadily towards it marched the pilgrims of memory, unfaltering, undismayed, led by a few brave, faithful spirits, through deserts of discouragement, when oases were few and far between, patiently bridging chasms which seemed impassable, until to-day they stand at the goal so hardly won. There lie the veterans who one by one have stolen to the bivouac. "After life's fitful fever they sleep well." Above, faithful comrades keep watch and ward. Here is a solemn but glorious trysting-place. On the morning of the 6th of April, twenty-five years 28 326 MEMORIES. ago, a sky as bright and beautiful as that which to-day bends above us, became obscured and darkened by the smoke of battle. Of the Confederate forces then and there engaged it has been said, " Their splendid valor has been rarely equalled, never surpassed, on any field of any war." Alas! why must it be that grief and glory always go hand in hand ? Up through the heavy clouds which hid the face of nature that terrible day sped hundreds of gallant souls, straight to the light wherein was made clear to them the awful Providence which even now disquiets our hearts and clouds our earthly vision. Among them, one whose sudden taking off filled every breast with gloom, and wrested from the Confederacy the fruits of a splendid victory. So many and so grand are the eulogies which have been pronounced upon Albert Sydney Johnston that nothing remains for me to add. Who does not remem- ber the sorrow of a nation at his death ? Who can forget the lava tide of indignation which spread over our land when the "conquered" were forbidden to mourn their fallen hero, when a stricken people were compelled to "lay their hands upon their mouths, their mouths in the dust," when even the mournful voices of the bells were silenced ? Viewed in the glorious light of to-day, how like a prophecy fulfilled appear the beautiful lines of Father Eyan,— " There's a grandeur in graves, there's a glory in gloom, For out of the gloom future brightness is born, As after the night looms the sunrise of mom, And the graves of the dead, with grass overgrown, May yet form the footstool of Liberty's throne." Years of bitter strife have left sad traces all over this beautiful Southland. In lovely valleys, upon every hill- THE MARCH OF TIME. 327 side, in the majestic forests, lie, side by side, the Gray and the Blue. The sun clothes every mound with equal glory, the sky weeps over all alike. Standing beside these graves, angry passions die in the hearts of brave men ; " one touch of nature" moistens manly eyes, softens obdurate hearts. Involuntarily hands meet in a firmer clasp, which expresses respect as well as sym- pathy. The soldiers on both sides have learned to appreciate and understand each other, so, in spite of those who would fain prolong the strife, the long-oppressed people of the South are free to mourn their dead, and " The graves of the dead, with grass overgrown," indeed " Form a footstool for Liberty's throne." To-day the veterans who met and fiercely battled at Shiloh unite in doing honor to the memory of General Johnston and of the men who, with him, won immor- tality upon that bloody field. To-day imperishable laurels bloom afresh upon the upturned brows of the men who hail with loud acclaim the image of their chieftain placed here to guard forever ** War's richest spoil, — the ashes of the dead." It is fitting that, on this day of memory, rich strains of martial music should awaken long-silent echoes in this city of the dead, — fitting that nature should be despoiled of her floral treasures to deck this sacred place which, indeed, is " not so much the tomb of virtue as its shrine." The flowers that yield their beauty and fragrance to grace this scene will fade and die. Yon radiant sun 328 MEMORIES. will set, but not before it has burned an indelible record upon the young hearts of thousands to whom, ere long, we must trust this precious spot. Of the remnant of the once magnificent Army of Ten- nessee gathered here it will soon be said, — " On Fame's eternal camping-ground Their silent tents are spread." But the figure of their chieftain will be left to tell the story of a patriotic purpose long cherished in faithful hearts, at last accomplished by patient hands. " Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's hlight, Nor Time's remorseless doom, Can dim our ray of holy light That gilds this glorious tomb." CHAPTEE V. A WOMAN'S RECORD* (Prom the Southern Bivouac.) This record will be found to substantiate in every particular my own history of the period referred to. Being inspired by an ardent zeal or a high sense of duty, not a few noble women during the war arose con- spicuous to view. Their gentle deeds, though done in humble spheres, yet shone like " a bright light in a low world." Fair exemplars they were of patriotic virtue, whose acts of devotion helped much to enshrine in our mem- ories a melanchol}^ past ; and they should not be forgot- ten. In the March number of the Bivouac was given a short sketch of a lady who, during the war, tenderly cared for the sick and suffering Confederates in a North- ern prison. It is now proposed to give the record of one who, animated with a romantic love for the cause of the South, left a luxurious home and spent nearly four years in nursing the sick and wounded in Confederate hospitals. Mrs. Fannie A. Beers was a native of the North, and the child of fond parents, who gave her every educational advantage, and the means of acquiring all the accom- plishments usual in refined circles. When very young she was married to her present husband, and before the war came South to reside at New Orleans. By nature ardent and susceptible, she * Written in 1883 by Major McDonald, of Louisville, Kentucky, then editor Southern Bivouac. 28* 329 330 MEMORIES. readily adapted herself to the surroundings of her new life, and soon grew to love the people and the land of her adoption. A few years of happiness passed and then came the sectional storm. Full well she knew that it threatened to sunder cherished ties, but it did not move her from the side of her choice. When the struggle came at last, and her home was broken up in New Orleans by the absence of her husband in the field, she returned to the parental roof, to beguile the time in the companionship of her mother. But the separation, with the anxiety it brought, became intoler- able ; besides, from the positiveness of her opinions and the warmth of her zeal, she soon became ill at ease in the land of her birth. So, with her mother's approval, she resolved to face all perils, and to return and share the fortunes of the Confederacy. Taking her little boy she set out for " Dixie," and, after many trials, arrived at Eichmond, Virginia, just after the battle of Bull Run. Here she was kindly cared for by some old acquaintances, among whom was Commodore Maury, a friend of her family, and who had dedicated his " Geography of the Sea" to her uncle, George Manning, of New York. Through his introduction she made many dear friends among the ladies of Richmond, some of whom pressed her to come and dwell with them; but she neither needed nor was seeking roof and shelter. If she so wished, she might have found them with her husband's relatives in Alabama. What she felt the want of was occupation, — work in behalf of the cause to which, in spite of selfish reasons, she felt impelled to devote herself In order that she might have this work, and at the same time be where assistance could be rendered her husband and friends at the front, she asked to be ap- pointed a hospital matron. Commodore Maury for some time protested against A WOMAN'S RECORD. 331 such a step, saying that she was too young, and had been too tenderly raised; but she persisted, so he finally yielded, as appears from the following letter : " Richmond, August 10, 1861. "My dear Fanny, — ^You bear the heart of a true and tender woman, in the breast of a noble patriot. I will no longer oppose your wishes, and mean to help you all I can. Command me at any and all times. " Yours truly, " Matthew F. Maury." At first she assisted in a private hospital maintained by some Eichmond ladies, who, by turns, sent in all the food required. Permission was applied for to enter the Louisiana hospital, but it was refused. In a few weeks she was appointed matron-in-charge of the Second Alabama Hospital, with liberty to receive a limited number of her friends, who might be taken care of there. Soon after she entered upon her regular duties the sick and wounded began to pour in, and from this time for- ward she was constantly employed till within a few weeks of the battle of Shiloh. With the departure of her husband's command to Tennessee, she was disposed for a like change of field-duty. She now left Eichmond, and for a few weeks only was occupied with a visit to her husband's relatives. Then she resumed her hospital work at Gainesville, Alabama. Her subsequent career is best related in the following letters from surgeons of high rank, and whose official positions gave them abundant opportunities of estima- ting the work she performed and the strength of the spirit which animated her. The letters were called from their authors in the spring of 1883, nearly twenty 332 MEMORIES. years after the close of the war, upon the occasion of a musical and literary entertainment being tendered Mrs. Beers by her soldier friends in New Orleans. So pro- found was the gratitude for her former services to sick and wounded Confederates, that all the military organi- zations exerted themselves to make it a success, and at the meeting of the members of the " Army of Tennes- see," complimentary resolutions were passed, and the letters read. " New Orleans, March 8, 1883. " Judge Eogers ; " Dear Sir, — Understanding that the members of the 'Army of Tennessee' have tendered Mrs. F. A. Beers an entertainment, I feel anxious to aid in securing its success. " I am well qualified to testify to the valuable and dis- interested services which this lady rendered in the Con- federate hospital during the late war. In truth, aside from officers and soldiers who may be now living and still holdino; in remembrance the kind and skilful nursincr which she gave them personally while wounded or sick, I know of only four persons whose positions made them fully cognizant of the heroism, devotion, and self-sacri- fice which she brought to the discharge of her duties. These are, first. Dr. T. H. McAllister, now of Marion, Alabama, in whose admirably-conducted hospital she was the only matron during the greater part of the war ; second. Dr. C. B. Gamble, now of Baltimore ; third. Dr. S. H. Stout, now of Eoswell, Georgia, medical director of hospitals of the Army of Tennessee ; fourth, the writer. " I know that I can venture to speak in behalf of these gentlemen and for myself in declaring that the skill and efficiency with which she nursed and fed our sick and wounded soldiers, and the coolness and bravery A WOMAN'S RECORD. 333 with which she faced danger in discharge of these du- ties do merit suitable recognition from the survivors of those rapidly-diminishing numbers who fought under the Confederate flag. " Yery respectfully, " S. M. Bemiss, M.D., " Late Assistant Medical Director and Medical Director of Hospitals, Army of Tennessee." "Marion, Alabama, March 11, 1883. " De. S. Bemiss, New Orleans, — Having heard an en- tertainment was to be given in your city on March 29 for the benefit of Mrs. Fannie A. Beers, I feel it to be my duty, as well as pleasure, to add my testimony to her worth and to the part she played in the late war. " During the three years she was with me as a Con- federate hospital matron, she conducted herself as a high-toned lady in the strictest sense of the term, and to every word I may say of her there are hundreds, yea, thousands, of Confederate soldiers scattered all over the South who would cheerfully testify to some facts if opportunity were offered them. "After the battles of Shiloh and Farmington, and then the evacuation of Corinth, I was ordered to estab- lish hospitals (in June or July, 1862) for the sick and wounded of General Bragg's armj^, at Gainesville, Ala- bama. With scarcely any hospital supplies I began preparations for the same, and in answer to a card pub- lished in the Selma (Alabama) papers, asking for sup- plies and a suitable lady to act as matron, she promptly responded. At first sight her youthful, delicate, refined, and lady-like appearance, showing she had never been accustomed to any hardships of life, caused me to doubt her capacity to fill the position of matron. " She said she desired to do something while her hus- 334 MEMORIES. band was at the front defending our Southern homes. I soon found what she lacked in age and experience ; was made up in patriotism, devotion to the Southern | cause, constant vigilance, and tenderness in nursing the [ Confederate sick and wounded. I soon learned to ap- ? preciate her services and to regard her as indispen- . sable. -i " She remained with me as hospital matron while ^ I was stationed at Gainesville, Alabama, Einggold, $ Georgia, Newnan, Georgia, and Fort Valley, Georgia, embracing a period of over three years. She was all \ the time chief matron, sometimes supervising more than \ one thousand beds filled with sick and wounded, and J never did any woman her whole duty better. Through ji heat and cold, night and day, she was incessant in her attentions and watchfulness over the Confederate sick and wounded, many times so worn down by fatigue that she was scarcely able to walk, but never faltering in the discharge of her duties. " At one time, while at Newnan, Georgia, the Federal forces under General McCook were advancing on the town, and it became necessary for every available man — post officers, surgeons, convalescents, and nurses — to leave the town and wards in order to repel the invading enemy. I was much afi'ected while hurrying from ward to ward giving general orders about the care of the sick during my absence in the fight, to see and hear the maimed begging Mrs. Beers to remain with them, and . they could well testify to how well she acted her part M in remaining with them and caring for their many wants, while the able-bodied men of all grades went to battle for all they held dear. j " At the same time, all the citizens and officers' wives sought refuge in some place of safety. After the battle, which resulted in victory to the Confederates, and the A WOMAN'S RECORD. 335 wounded of both armies were brought to our wards, and the Federal prisoners (about one thousand) to the town, her attention and kindness was, if possible, doubly in- creased, extending help and care as well to the boys in blue as to those in gray. In her missions of mercy she made no distinction. There she was daily seen with her servant going into the prison of the Federal soldiers with bandages and baskets of provisions to minister to the wants of such as were slightly wounded or needed some attention. Many a Federal officer and soldier would doubtless bear willing testimony to these acts of unselfish kindness. " While Atlanta was invested and being shelled she, contrary to my advice and urgent remonstrance, took boxes of provisions to her husband and comrades in the trencbes when the shot and shell fell almost like hail. "While at Fort Yalley her courage and patriotism were put to the severest test in an epidemic of smallpox. " When all who could left, she remained and nursed the Confederate soldiers with this loathsome disease. I desire to say she was a voluntary nurse, and did all her work from patriotism alone, until it became necessary for her to remain as a permanent attache of the hos- pitals that her name should go upon the pay-rolls. After that she spent her hard earnings in sending boxes to the front and dispensing charity upon worthy objects immediately under her care. " She was with me as voluntary nurse, or matron, for more than three years, and during that time she con- ducted herself in every respect so as to command the respect and esteem of all with whom she came in con- tact, from the humblest private to the highest in com- mand, and the citizens of every place where she was stationed gave her a hearty welcome, and invited her into the best of society. 336 MEMORIES. '' Feeling this much was due to one who suffered so many privations for 'Dear Lost Cause/ I send it to you for you to use as you think proper in promoting her good. You know me well, and can vouch for anything I have said. Yery respectfully, "Wm. T. McAllister, M.D., " Late Surgeon P. A. 0. S." After such testimonials of worth and work, anything more would seem out of place. Yet we cannot refrain from mentioning some of the sayings of soldiers who, though forgotten, yet recall her with affection for the tender nursing received at her hands. Says one, " She was the moving spirit in the hospital, officially and prac- tically. The first object of her ministrations was to relieve suffering and save life. The next was to fit men for service. When health was restored she would brook no shirking, but with the power of kindly words impelled patients to the field. Her zeal sprang from profound convictions of the righteousness of the Cause, and with the vehemence of sincerity she wielded a great influence over those who had recovered under her care." Another declares that he has seen her " not only bath- ing the heads of soldiers, but washing their feet." So the evidence accumulates, and it is no wonder she is called by many " The Florence Nightingale of the South." THE END. THOMPSON IMPROVED BUILDING PAPER. 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