Dawn found us haggard and ill. Our night ride to Augusta was a fatiguing1 one. Of our party, only the children slept. The air in the car was of the foulest2, and the discomforts3 of the trip were consequently most trying to our invalids4, of whom there now were three—Mr. Davis, Mr. Clay, and our venerable Vice-President, Mr. Stephens, we having taken the latter aboard during the night; also, our late Postmaster-General Reagan, ex-Governor Lubbock, and General Wheeler and staff. Nor were we again permitted to leave the car until our arrival in Augusta. Telegraphic orders having been sent ahead for our meals, these were brought to the train and eaten en route.
Upon our arrival in Augusta, I asked Colonel Pritchard for the privilege of driving in the carriage assigned to us to the home of a beloved friend, Mrs. George Winter. Upon my promise that at the hour appointed I would be responsible for Mr. Clay’s appearance on the boat which was to take us to Savannah, Colonel Pritchard gave a somewhat reluctant consent and we drove rapidly away. As had been the case in Macon and Atlanta, the town was in commotion5. This visit to our friends was almost an error; for, greatly excited at our appearance among them, they embraced us in hysterical6 alarm, and begged my husband even yet to fly. To add to the distress7, neighbouring friends, hearing of our presence, hastened in and joined their pleadings to those of our hostess. The scene was unendurable to Mr. Clay, and, literally8 tearing ourselves from their embraces, we re-entered the carriage. The 259horses heads were turned at once toward the river where our custodians9 awaited us. Arrived there, though I cannot admit that it was our intention or impulse to board the boat with a fond alacrity10, our embarkation11 was not without a misleading appearance of-eagerness. The bank of the river was both steep and slippery, and, notwithstanding I was assisted in my descent by two officers, my approach was neither stately nor awe-inspiring. In fact, it was precipitate12, and I found myself, most unexpectedly, in the arms of a soldierly little figure in undress uniform who stood close to the crude gang-plank. As I opened my lips to apologise for my unexpected onslaught, he turned and raised his hat. It was “little Joe!”
An episode of that trip in connection with General Wheeler fixed13 itself indelibly in my mind. I was in conversation with this hero on one occasion, during which he leaned against the side of the boat in a half-recumbent position. Presently a young officer, rude in the display of “his brief authority,” approached us, and rapping General Wheeler sharply with his sword, said, “It is against the rule to lean on the guard-rail!”
To my amazement15, our hero, who had fought so nobly against his peers and whose name alone had been a menace to his foes16, merely touched his hat and said quietly, “I did not know the rule, sir, or I would not have infringed17 it.” I was thrilled with admiration18.
“General!” I exclaimed, “you have taught me a lesson in self-control and courtesy I can never forget! Had I been a man, that Yankee would have been exploring the bottom of the Savannah River, or I, one!”
The discomforts to which we had been subjected during our journey to and from the headquarters of General Wilson culminated19 in the wretched little craft on which we now were. Not a chair was in the cabin for our invalids, nor an available couch. For Mr. Davis, who suffered intensely during the trip from pain in his eye (for years a 260chronic disability), two valises were stacked one on top of the other, being the nearest approach to a seat it was possible to improvise20. On these he rested during much of the journey, Mrs. Davis, Miss Howell or myself in turn acting21 as support in lieu of a chair-back. From time to time we bathed his temples with cologne in vain attempts to lessen22 his tortures.
Our journey from Savannah may best be pictured by reference to my pocket-diary, carried throughout those momentous23 weeks. We boarded the William P. Clyde on the fifteenth of May, our destination still unknown to us, as we steamed out into the Atlantic. These are some of the brief records I made of ship and passengers:
“May 16, 1865. William P. Clyde is a brig-rigged steamer, quite comfortable. The Fourth Michigan is with us, and an armed convoy24, the Tuscarora, escorts us. Her guns bear directly upon us, day and night. Fears are entertained of the Stonewall or Shenandoah. My husband keeps well and heroic. God in mercy give us grace for the fiery25 ordeal26.”
“May 17th. Fairly at sea, and considerable fear of the Stonewall evinced by the ship’s crew. All the axes of the vessel27 are removed from their usual positions to the Colonel’s room. Mrs. Davis sent ashore28 for oranges for Miss Howell, who is ill. Poor girl!”
[“It was Mr. Davis who called my attention to the removal of the battle-axes. ‘Cowards!’ he said, ‘They’re afraid of this handful of Confederate men!’”]
“May 19. Nearing Fortress29 Monroe. We are boarded by Captain Fraley, Commander of the Tuscarora, the man-of-war which has been our escort, her guns bearing directly on us from Hilton Head. The Captain called on Mr. and Mrs. Davis, and husband and myself, and renewed an acquaintance of former years. He proffered30 any attentions in his power. Just to our left is seen Fort Calhoun, built by Mr. Davis, while Secretary of War....”
“May 20. Anchored off Fort Monroe awaiting orders. General Halleck to arrive on board at 11 A. M. I sadly 261fear they will land my darling at this fort. God forbid! In sight are many vessels31, some bearing the English and some the French flags. The fort presents the same appearance as years ago, when I went to visit the spot. One week this day since we bade adieu to friends. Two days have we been anchored. General Halleck said to be on Tuscarora.”
“May 21. Last night at dark a tug32 was hailed. She replied, “General Halleck!” She was alongside in a few moments with orders which were quickly known. Governor Lubbock, Colonel Johnston and General Wheeler and staff left at six this A. M. for Delaware. At ten, Mr. Stephens and Judge Reagan were put aboard the Tuscarora for Fort Warren. Mr. Stephen’s servant detained. We are still in doubt, but Monroe is probably our destination.”
“May 22. Mr. Davis, Mr. Clay and Burton Harrison are all left! Preparations are going on at Fortress Monroe for them,’tis said. Colonel Pritchard says I will not be allowed to land or go to Washington or Baltimore or abroad!!! Terrible firing from a man-of-war!”
“May 23. Wrote letter to Judge Holt, and note to General Miles. At ten we were boarded by Major Church, and two Yankee women and four guards, and all hands, luggage, berths33 and persons thoroughly34 searched. A comico-serio-tragico’ scene! Sailors our friends. Both nurses leave. Mrs. Davis’s [man] Robert only left.”
Our journey on the Clyde, though sorrowful, apprehensive35 as we were concerning the fate to which the prisoners were being led, was otherwise uneventful. Mr. Davis was exceedingly depressed36, and moved restlessly about, seeming scarcely ever to desire to sit down. Always an intellectual cosmopolite, however, he made observations on the natural phenomena37 about us, commenting from time to time on the beauty of sea or sky. Our meals, which were served at a table reserved for the prisoners, by no means represented the fare of the coastwise steamers of to-day, but few of us were in a mood to take note of culinary deficiencies.
262On the morning of May 22d a sultry, drizzling38 rain fell. It was a day exactly calculated to induce melancholy39 even in the stoutest-hearted. To us, eagerly alert to learn what we might of our fate, it was unspeakably distressful40. Shortly after breakfast my husband came quietly into our stateroom. “There is no longer any doubt,” he said, “that this fort is the one destined41 for Davis and me! I have just been notified that we are expected to take a ride on a tug. I am convinced we shall be taken to Fortress Monroe. I can’t imagine why they do not come out boldly and tell us so, but be sure this is our farewell, my wife!” We took leave of each other in our stateroom, nor did I leave it to follow Mr. Clay to the deck. I stood, instead, at the fourteen-inch window of my cabin, alone with my thoughts.
As Mr. Davis passed the aperture42, he stopped for a second to say good-bye to me, then he, too, disappeared. A few moments passed, and then the weeping of children and wailing43 of women announced the return of the stricken family. I heard a soldier say to Mr. Davis’s little son, “Don’t cry, Jeff. They ain’t going to hang your pa!” and the little fellow’s reply, made through his sobs44.
“When I get to be a man,” he cried, “I’m going to kill every Yankee I see!”
When the child approached my door and I caught him in my arms and tried to cheer him, his resentment45 quickly changed to a manly46 tenderness; and, putting his baby lips up for a kiss, he said, “My papa told me to keep care of you and my Mamma!”
I referred in my diary to the serio-comic incidents of the search of our party. The event occurred early in the morning of the day following that of my husband’s removal. While gazing sadly across the waters toward the grim fort, I espied47 what seemed to be a pretty shallop, dancing lightly over the waters, in which were seated two women, brightly dressed. The little vessel seemed to be 263making for the Clyde. When I observed this, I called Mrs. Davis’s attention to the approaching party, saying, “Thank God! Here, I do believe, are two Virginia ladies come to give us some comfort.”
In a few moments one of our unknown visitors was at my cabin door. In my eagerness to meet a friendly face, I had almost extended my hand, when something in the appearance of the person before me struck me as peculiar48. My surprise and curiosity was soon relieved, for my visitor said glibly49, “We’ve been sent by the Government to see if you have any treasonable papers on board!” I looked at her in amazement.
“Is it possible,” I asked, “that the United States Government thinks we are such simpletons as to have carried treasonable papers aboard this ship?” My indignation grew.
“I frankly50 confess that if I could sink the whole Yankee nation in Hampton Roads I would do so; but carry valuable papers here? Pshaw!” and I turned away from her, full of contempt.
It was a hot, sultry day; one of those May days when the sun strikes the water vertically51, and even breathing becomes a fatiguing effort. Despite the weather, the women who had thus unexpectedly presented themselves were greatly overdressed. Each wore an immense chignon on the back of her head, and was rouged52 and powdered and be-frizzed to an extent that was altogether unusual in ordinary circles. Bustles53 of the largest size, high-heeled shoes, conspicuous54 stockings, and as freely revealed gay petticoats completed the gaudy55 costumes of these remarkable56 agents of the Government. The person who had addressed me entered my cabin and proceeded to strip the pillow-case from the by no means immaculate pillow. She shook and felt carefully each article of bedding; then opened my valise and as minutely examined every article of borrowed finery therein. She commented 264on their quality as she did so, but I speedily put an end to this. “Proceed with your work, Madam!” I said, and I turned from the unpleasant sight before me.
As she emptied my gripsack, I heard her utter a half-shriek of alarm.
“Oh!” she cried, “you have a pistol!”
“Of course I have,” I said, complacently57 reaching for it and taking it in my hand; and, a spirit of mischief58 seizing me (it has often been my salvation), I twirled the alarming firearm in the air, taking care that the barrel should fall pointing toward her, saying, as I did so, “You may take everything in the stateroom but this. If necessary, I shall use it!” As I marked the effect of my words, her shrinking and ejaculations of fear amused me more and more, nor did she resume her work until, tired of the farce59, the pistol was once more safely bestowed60 in my bag. When she renewed her search, her manner was somewhat more timid.
Upon completing the overhauling61 of my belongings62 she turned to me. “Will you please take off your dress, Madam?” she said. My answer was forceful and prompt.
“I will not! If you wish it taken off, you may disrobe me!” And I added, in my indignation, “I’ve heard that white maids are as good as black ones!”
And now the comedy moved rapidly. The lady began by taking off my breastpin and my collar. She unfastened my bodice and removed it, examining every seam with a microscopic63 care. She then proceeded to remove my clothing piece by piece, submitting each to the same scrupulous64 examination. Coming at last to my stays, she attempted to unclasp them.
The situation was so amusing I could not resist the growing desire to accentuate65 it. I have alluded66 to the prevailing67 sultry weather. In the close little cabin, the heat was scarce bearable. Already perspiration68 was trickling69 in streams down the cheeks of my unwelcome 265visitor. Smiling within myself as the lady came forward to remove the last-named garment, I took a full, deep breath and held it, expanding my form to the very utmost, tightening70 my clothing for the time being to such an extent that I think she could scarcely have pried71 open the garments with hammer and chisel72. The efforts of my tormentor73 (?) were entertaining. Every now and then between a straining on my part and a futile74 tugging75 on hers, she would run out of the cabin, fanning herself and gasping76 to the guards, “Oh! I am nearly dead!”
At first, I utilised these intervals77 “to gird on my armour” still tighter; but, at last, when I was myself almost exhausted78 from holding my breath, I relaxed and allowed her to proceed. By the time her examination of my apparel and belongings was completed, the lady’s face was striped, and the path of the perspiration, wending its way through layers of cosmetics79, had quite destroyed her erstwhile dazzling appearance; but though I, too, was almost fainting from the heat, and would gladly have been left alone, my determination to tease her was by no means appeased80. I, therefore, demanded that, having undressed me, the lady complete her work and put my clothing on again. This, with various delays, amusing and otherwise, she at last accomplished81, much to her satisfaction if not wholly to mine. Once rehabilitated82, I stepped to Mrs. Davis’s stateroom, mine being between those of Mrs. Davis and Miss Howell. I found the former in tears and reduced to the lightest of deshabille. I tried to comfort her, but she still wept, saying:
“Oh,’Ginie! What humiliation83!”
“But I would die before they should see me shed tears!” I declared.
“Ah, you haven’t four little children about you,” said Mrs. Davis. Nor did this search end the trials that 266befell us while we lay in Hampton Roads. Upon leaving my stateroom the following morning I met Mrs. Davis, baby Winnie in arms. She was greatly agitated84.
“What has happened?” I asked.
“That man!” she replied, pointing to an officer near by, “has come to take away my shawl. It’s the last wrapping I have! He declares it is part of Mr. Davis’s disguise!”
“You’re not going to let him have it?” I asked, my indignation rising at once.
As I spoke87 the officer stepped toward us. Raising his hand and shaking his finger in my face, he asked, threateningly, “You dare counsel resistance, Madam?”
“Yes!” I retorted, returning the finger-shaking, “To the shedding of blood, and I’ll begin with you!”
The scene must have been a ludicrous one to all save the two participants. Mrs. Davis’s spirits certainly rose in contemplating88 it, for, as the officer strutted89 off, his sword dragging at his side, she smiled as she said, “Puss-in-boots!” In a second, however, her anxiety returned.
“What shall we do?” she asked. “He will surely come back for the shawl.” Bent14 upon foiling him, I quickly suggested an expedient90.
“My shawl,” I said, “is almost a counterpart of yours. Let’s fold them both up and make him guess which is which. Perhaps he’ll take mine!” and we laughed heartily91 at the device.
It was not long ere Lieutenant92 Hudson returned, this time with another shawl, a coarse thing such as the small stores nearby afforded. Upon his repeated demand we complacently handed him Mrs. Davis’s shawl and mine. 267To our amazement he took them both. Then, as the old saying puts it, we “laughed on the other side of our faces.” For, by the aid of one of Mrs. Davis’s former maids, Lieutenant Hudson was enabled to identify Mrs. Davis’s shawl, which he retained, returning mine. The first, for many years, was preserved among the curios of the Smithsonian Institution.
During the morning of the day made memorable93 by the visit of the Government’s searching party, General Miles and his staff boarded the Clyde. It was my first meeting with the handsome young officer who was destined to incur94 so much odium in the near future for his treatment of the unfortunate ex-President of the Confederate States. I can recall no particulars of that first meeting with my husband’s jailor, save that he and his staff made an impressive group as they stood bowing respectfully, while a few civil words were spoken by their leader.
Upon the question of the latter, as to whether he might serve me in any way, I answered, “Yes! let me know, from time to time, whether my husband lives or is dead. If you will do this it will relieve me from an insupportable suspense95!” To this he kindly96 agreed.
In the interim97, I had sent to my husband his valise, containing some gold and my Bible, which, being set in a specially98 large type, I knew he would be glad to have. These were brought back to me shortly after General Miles’s visit, by an officer who found us still at the mess table. My Bible was returned to me because of the following “communication from Mrs. Clay, written on the fly-leaf.”
“2 P. M. Ship-board. May, ’5. With tearful eyes and aching heart, I commend you, my precious husband, to the care and keeping of Almighty99 God. May He bless you, and keep you, and permit us once again to meet, shall be my unceasing prayer. Farewell,
Wife.”
268As the officer dropped the gold upon the table beside me, he said, “Please count it, Madam!” I instantly declined to do this, however, saying, “If General Miles sent it, I presume it is correct,” and swept it into my lap without further examination.
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