Agnes wrote from Richmond, August 26, 1864:—
"You dear, obstinate3 little woman! What did I tell you? I implored4 you to get away while you could, and now you are waiting placidly5 for General Grant to blow you up. That awful crater6! Do the officers around you consider it honorable warfare7 to dig and mine under a man and blow him up while he is asleep—before he has time to get his musket8? I always thought an open field and a fair fight, with the enemy in front at equal chances, 293 was the American idea of honest, manly9 warfare. To my mind this is the most awful thing that could be imagined. There is a strong feeling among the people I meet that the hour has come when we should consider the lives of the few men left to us. Why let the enemy wipe us off the face of the earth? Should this feeling grow, nothing but a great victory can stop it. Don't you remember what Mr. Hunter said to us in Washington? 'You may sooner check with your bare hand the torrent10 of Niagara than stop this tidal wave of secession.' I am for a tidal wave of peace—and I am not alone. Meanwhile we are slowly starving to death. Here, in Richmond, if we can afford to give $11 for a pound of bacon, $10 for a small dish of green corn, and $10 for a watermelon, we can have a dinner of three courses for four persons. Hampton's cavalry11 passed through town last week, amid great excitement. Every man as he trotted12 by was cutting and eating a watermelon, and throwing the rinds on the heads of the little negro boys who followed in crowds on either side of the street. You wouldn't have dreamed of war—such shouting and laughing from everybody. The contrasts we constantly see look like insanity13 in our people. The President likes to call attention to the fact that we have no beggars on our streets, as evidence that things are not yet desperate with us. He forgets our bread riot which occurred such a little while ago. That pale, thin woman with the wan14 smile haunts me. Ah! these are the people who suffer the consequence of all that talk about slavery in the territories you and I used to hear in the House and Senate Chamber15. Somebody, somewhere, is mightily16 to blame for all this business, but it isn't you nor I, nor yet the women who did not really deserve to have Governor Letcher send the mayor to read the Riot Act to them. They were only hungry, and so a thousand of them loaded some carts with bread for their children. You are not to 294 suppose I am heartless because I run on in this irrelevant17 fashion. The truth is, I am so shocked and disturbed I am hysterical18. It is all so awful.
"Your scared-to-death
"Agnes."
My husband sent me a note by his courier, one hot August day, to tell me that his old aide, Captain Whitner, having been wounded, was now discharged from the hospital, but was much too weak for service in the trenches19, so he had obtained for the captain leave of absence for two weeks, and had sent him to me to be built up. On the moment the sick man appeared in an ambulance. I was glad to see him, but a gaunt spectre arose before my imagination and sternly suggested: "Built up, forsooth! And pray, what are you to build him up with? You can no more make a man without food than the Israelites could make bricks without straw."
However, the captain had brought a ration20 of bacon and meal, with promise of more to come. I bethought me of the flourishing garden of my neighbor, whose onions and beets21 were daily gathered for her own family. I wrote a very pathetic appeal for my wounded Confederate soldier, now threatened with scurvy22 for want of fresh food, and I fully23 expected she would be moved by my eloquence24 and her own patriotism25 to grant me a daily portion from her garden. She answered that she would agree to send me a dish of vegetables fourteen days for fourteen dollars. Gold was then selling at the rate of twenty-five dollars in our paper currency for one dollar in gold, so the dish was not a very costly26 one. 295 But when it appeared it was a very small dish indeed,—two beets or four onions. Hom?opathic as were the remedial agents, they helped to cure the captain.
One morning, late in August, Eliza came early to my bedside. I started up in alarm.
"Shelling again?" I asked her.
"Worse," said Eliza.
"Tell me, tell me quick—is the General—"
"No, no, honey," said my kind nurse, laying a detaining hand upon me. "You cert'nly sleep sound! Didn't you hear a stir downstairs in the night? Well, about midnight somebody hallooed to the kitchen, and John ran out. There stood a man on horseback and a dead soldier lying before him on the saddle. He said to John, 'Boy, I know General Pryor would not refuse to take in my dead brother.'
"John ran up to my room and asked me what he must do. 'Take him in,' I told him. 'Marse Roger will never forgive you if you turn him away.'"
"In the parlor28," said Eliza. "He had a manservant with him. John brought in his own cot, and he is lying on it. His brother is in there, and his man, both of them."
The children were hushed by their nurse's story, and gathered under the shade in the yard. When breakfast was served, I sent John to invite my guest in. He returned with answer that "the captain don' feel like eatin' nothin'."
"Captain?" I asked. 296
"No'm, he ain't a captain, but his dead brother was. He was Captain Spann of South Carolina or Georgia, I forget which. His man came into the kitchen for hot water to shave his dead master, but I didn't ask many questions 'cause I saw he was troubled."
I went out to my ever blooming rose and found it full of cool, dewy blossoms. I cut an armful, and knocked at the parlor door myself. It was opened by a haggard, weary-looking soldier, who burst into tears at seeing me. I took his hand and essayed to lead him forth29, but he brokenly begged I would place the roses upon his brother's breast. "Will you, for the sake of his poor wife and mother?"
Very calm was the face of the dead officer. His servant and his brother had shaven and cared for him. His dark hair was brushed from a noble brow, and I could see that his features were regular and refined.
I persuaded the lonely watcher to go with John to an upper room, to bathe and rest a few minutes; but he soon descended30 and joined us at our frugal31 breakfast, and then Mr. Gibson, my good rector, came in to help and advise, and in the evening my husband returned, much gratified that we had received and comforted the poor fellow.
As August drew to a close, I began to perceive that I could no longer endure the recurrence32 of such scenes; and I learned with great relief that my brother-in-law had moved his family to North Carolina and had placed Cottage Farm, three miles 297 distant from the besieged city, at my disposal. Accordingly, I wrote to General Bushrod Johnson, requesting an army wagon33 to be sent me early the next morning, and all night was spent in packing and preparing to leave. I had collected needful furniture when I moved into town eight months before.
The wagon did not come at the specified34 hour. All day we waited, all the next night (without our beds), and the next day. As I looked out of the window in the twilight35, hoping and watching, the cannonading commenced with vigor36, and a line of shells rose in the air, describing luminous37 curves and breaking into showers of fragments. Our gun will be next, I thought, and for the first time my strength forsook38 me, and I wept over the hopeless doom39 which seemed to await us. Just then I heard the wheels below my window, and there was my wagon with four horses.
We were all bestowed40, bag and baggage, in a few minutes, and were soon safely beyond shell fire. I did not know until then how great had been the strain of keeping up under fire for three months. I literally41 "went all to pieces," trembling as though I had a chill. When we arrived at Cottage Farm, my driver allowed John, Eliza, and my little boys to unload in the road before the lawn, and then calmly turned his horses' heads and drove away.
It was nine o'clock, we had no lights, we had no strength to lift our packages into the house. John advised that he should remain on guard during the night, and that some blankets should be spread for 298 us in the cottage, and we proceeded to carry out this plan. In a few minutes, however, half a dozen soldiers came up, and one of their officers pleasantly greeted us as "welcome neighbors," for their company was encamped near us. They had seen our plight42 and had come to "set things to rights," also to assure us of protection.
About twelve o'clock we found ourselves comfortable. Our beds were put up, our boxes were all under cover. John's commissariat yielded some biscuits, there was a well of pure water near the door. We were safe. We could sleep. No shell could reach us!
The cool freshness of a lovely September morning filled our hearts with life and hope. A large circle of flowers, chrysanthemums43, dahlias, and late-blooming roses surrounded the carriage drive to the door, a green lawn stretched to the limits of a large yard in the rear, and beyond this a garden with a few potatoes to dig, and an apple tree in fruit which the soldiers had respected. John and the little boys were in fine spirits. They laid plans for a cow, chickens, ducks, and pigeons. The cow was purchased at once from a neighboring farmer, was named Rose, and was installed in a shelter attached to the kitchen, where John could protect her from marauders.
"'Cause," said John, "I knows soldiers! They get up before day and milk your cow under your very eyebrows44. Ain't you hear about Gen'al Lee in Pennsylvania? The old Dutch farmers gave him Hail Columbia because his soldiers milked their 299 cows. Gen'al Lee could keep 'em from stealin' horses, but the queen o' England herself couldn't stop a soldier when he hankers after milk. An' he don't need no pail, neither; he can milk in his canteen an' never spill a drop."
My brother had left two old family servants, "Uncle Frank" and his wife "Aunt Jinny," as caretakers of the premises45; and to their dignified46 bearing, supplemented by the presence of a company of honorable soldiers, we were indebted for the unrifled apple tree and the tiny potatoes, like marbles, left after the autumn digging. "Aunt Jinny" also had a few fowls47. An egg for my baby was now possible.
Her faithful Christian48 character had won for her a high place in the esteem49 of the family. Uncle Frank's manners were perfect,—polished, suave50, and conciliatory; but when judge and jury sat upon the case of a culprit arraigned51 by him, his testimony52 was apt to be challenged by his prisoner.
"You knows, Marse Robert, you can't b'lieve ole Uncle Frank!"
"Frank always knows what he is talking about! He is only more polite than the rest of you."
"Well, Marse Robert, Gawd knows I hates to fling dut at Uncle Frank, but he's a liar53. He sholy is! An' jist 'cause he's a sweet liar he gets we all in trouble."
My father, the chaplain, soon joined us, his corps54 having camped within riding distance. There was an office in the yard, and there my father took up his abode55. His life was an active one among the 300 soldiers, and he was often absent for days at a time; but I felt the protection of his occasional presence.
My husband was now employed, day and night, often in peril56, gleaning57 from every possible source information for General Lee.
One day Theo and Roger ran in with stirring news. They had seen General Lee dismount at Mr. Turnbull's, a short distance on the road beyond us, and had learned from Mr. Turnbull himself that his house had been given to General Lee for his headquarters, also that the General did not require Mr. and Mrs. Turnbull to leave, and that they were delighted to have the General.
The whole face of the earth seemed to change immediately. Army wagons59 crawled unceasingly along the highroad, just in front of our gate. All was stir and life in the rear, where there was another country road, and a short road connecting the two passed immediately by the well near our house. This, too, was constantly travelled; the whir of the well-wheel never seemed to pause, day or night. We soon had pleasant visitors, General A. P. Hill, Colonel William Pegram, General Walker, General Wilcox, and others. General Wilcox, an old friend and comrade, craved60 permission to make his headquarters on the green lawn in the rear of the house, and my husband rejoiced at his presence and protection for our little family.
In less than twenty-four hours I found myself in the centre of a camp. The white tents of General Wilcox's staff officers were stretched close to the door. 301
When we left Washington, our library and pictures had been sent to Petersburg, and had remained there in a warehouse61 ever since. My father eagerly advised us to set up the library and hang the pictures in our new home at Cottage Farm.
"But suppose General Lee moves away," I suggested.
"My dear, he will not move away! He is here to protect Petersburg and Richmond. He will never surrender either place—and, as I have tried to impress upon you, the safest place for you on this continent is in the rear of Lee's army."
So timber was brought for shelving the dining room, and three thousand or more books were arranged on the shelves. The parlor and the two bedrooms (we had no more in the little cottage) were hung with the pictures bought by my husband when he was Minister to Greece. My favorite—the Raffaello Morghen proof impression of the "Madonna della Seggiola"—hung over the mantel in the parlor, and to it I lifted weary eyes many a time during the remaining days of the war. Sundry62 delicate carvings63 were also in the boxes, with my music. My sister had not taken her piano with her to North Carolina. There were a baby-house and toys in another box, and in a French trunk with many compartments64 some evening dresses, at which I did not even glance, well knowing I should not need them. The trunk containing them was stored in the cellar.
We were happier than we had been for a long time. Things seemed to promise a little respite65. To be 302 sure, Grant's army was in front of us; but if we could only avoid a collision for a month or two, the troops on both sides would go into winter quarters, and everybody would have the rest so much needed to fit them for the spring campaign.
"We are here for eight years,—not a day less," said my father, and he fully believed it.
That being the case, it behooved66 me to look after the little boys' education. School books were found for them. I knew "small Latin and less Greek," but I gravely heard them recite lessons in the former; and they never discovered the midnight darkness of my mind as to mathematics.
I knew nothing of the strong line of fortifications which General Grant was building at the back of the farm, fortifications strengthened by forts at short intervals67. Our own line—visible from the garden—had fewer forts, two of which, Fort Gregg and Battery 45, protected our immediate58 neighborhood. These forts occasionally answered a challenge, but there was no attempt at a sally on either side.
The most painful circumstance connected with our position was the picket68 firing at night, incessant69, like the dropping of hail, and harrowing from the apprehension70 that many a man fell from the fire of a picket. But, perhaps to reassure71 me, Captain Lindsay and Captain Glover of General Wilcox's staff declared that "pickets72 have a good time. They fire, yes, for that is their business; but while they load for the next volley, one will call out, 'Hello, Reb,' be answered, 'Hello, Yank,' and little parcels of coffee are thrown across in exchange 303 for a plug of tobacco." After accepting this fiction I could sleep better.
Nothing could better illustrate73 the fact that this war was not a war of the men at the guns, than one of General John B. Gordon's anecdotes74.[19]
A short distance from Blandford was the strong work on the Federal line called Fort Steadman. It was determined75 to take this by assault. There were obstructions76 in front of our lines which had to be removed. The lines were so close this could only be done under cover of darkness. Then there were obstructions to be removed from the front of Fort Steadman, and an immediate rush to be made before the gunners could fire.
This delicate and hazardous77 duty was successfully performed by General Gordon, near the close of the war, and was the last time the stars and bars were carried to aggressive assault.
About four o'clock in the morning our axemen were quietly at work on our obstacle when the unavoidable noise attracted the notice of a Federal picket. In the black darkness he called out:—
"Hello there, Johnny Reb! What are you making all that fuss about over there?"
Our men were leaning forward for the start, and General Gordon was for a moment disconcerted; but a rifleman answered in a cheerful voice:—
"Oh, never mind us, Yank! Lie down and go to sleep! We are just gathering78 a little corn; you know rations79 are mighty80 short over here!"
There was a patch of corn between the lines, some 304 still hanging on the stalks. After a few moments there came back the kindly81 reply of the Yankee picket:—
"All right, Johnny, go ahead and get your corn. I won't shoot at you."
General Gordon was about to give the command to go forward, when the rifleman showed some compunctions of conscience for having used deception82 which might result in the picket's death, by calling out loudly:—
"Look out for yourself now, Yank! We're going to shell the woods."
On a hill a short distance off was the farmhouse84 of "old Billy Green," as he was known to his neighbors. He had a good wife, kind to me and to everybody, and a fine-looking, amiable85 daughter, Nannie Green. These were my only female acquaintances. Nannie soon became an out-and-out belle—the only young lady in the neighborhood. Tender songs were paraphrased86 in her honor; Ben Bolt's Sweet Alice became "Sweet Nannie," and "Sweet Annie of the Vale" easily became "Sweet Nannie of the Hill." I was very stern with the young officers around me, about Nannie Green. She was a modest, dignified girl, and I did not intend to have her spoiled, nor her father ridiculed87.
I found some cut-glass champagne88 glasses in one of my boxes. Every night a request would come from Captain Lindsay, or Captain Glover, or some 305 other of my staff tenants89, for a champagne glass. At last I asked:—
"Why do you limit yourselves to one glass?"
"Oh, we don't drink from it. We have no wine, you know."
It appeared upon investigation90 that they cut profile pictures of Nannie Green out of paper, laid this cut paper on another, weighting it down with bullets, and turned the glass over it. As they sat around the table smoking, each one would lift a little edge of the glass and blow the smoke under it, shutting down quickly. When the smoking was over, and glass and paper were lifted, there was a pure white silhouette91 of Nannie's face on an amber-colored background, cameo-like in effect. The face would be delicately shaded, soulful eyes added, and—voilà!
"Why was I not to know this?" I asked sternly.
"Because we feared you would lend us no more glasses."
"So it appears you all have a young lady's picture without her consent?"
"Why not?" they pleaded. "Isn't she perfectly welcome to ours?"
"Do you expect her to exchange, for something she doesn't want, something which you do want?"
"Well, we think she might," said one, ruefully. "If her shadow can comfort a poor fellow's cold and lonely evening, she might spare it. She can't possibly miss it."
I never refused to lend them the glasses.
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