Forget-me-nots of the civil war; a romance, containing reminiscences and original letters of two Confederate soldiers (1909) (14759534071)

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Title: Forget-me-nots of the civil war; a romance, containing reminiscences and original letters of two Confederate soldiers
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Battle, Laura Elizabeth Lee
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Publisher: St. Louis, Mo., Press A. R. Fleming printing co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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s passed our house, they left ordersfor all the women and children to get between thechimneys. My mother and sister had been on theporch, waving a last farewell to the poor defeated Con-federates who had held out so wonderfully duringthose days of suffering. They called to them if theyheard any skirmishing to be sure and seek a place ofsafety, for Sherman would reach Clayton by elevenoclock that morning. I was greatly disturbed ongoing to my room to find all my frocks hanging in theclosets, after begging mother to hide them as BettieCoxs mother had done her things. I wondered whereI could find a safe place, and failing concluded to wearthem all. I managed to put on four with a largenew homespun for the top dress. Then I went intothe dining room and in the drawer where the steelknives and forks were I found a plated fork; thinkingit safer too on my person, I tried to find a place aboutme where I could hide it, but could think of no safeplace, only in my stocking, so placing it with the
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General Sherman halted and asked in a kindly voice whether shehad hushand or sons in the war. shs^rmans march to raIve:igh. 161 prongs turned out, I thought no more about it tilllater in the day. After a while my mother bade usget indoors between the chimneys as ordered, for nowand then a stray minie ball came whizzing through thetrees. Then came the rear guard of Johnstons army,and half starved as they were, they still shouted Hur-rah for Jeff Davis and Well hang Abe Lincoln toa sour apple tree. With a wave of their tattered oldhats the last of our brave boys passed our house ontheir way to Raleigh. While the women and childrenof our little town w^ere left to the mercy of the enemyand Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman. Such horriblestories my mother had heard of what might hap-pen to her daughters gave her so much real pain, thatwhen the last of our boys had gone forever, her fea-tures, looked determined like they did when she hada difficult task to do and intended to do it. Such alook c