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REMINISCENCES
OFTHECIVILWAR

BY

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON

AND

REUBEN CONWAY MACON

Adjutant, Thirteenth Virginia Infantry

Ewell's Division, Stonewall Jackson's

Corps, C. S. A.

1861-5
Written 1896

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PREFACE

At the request of my daughter, Kate Conway
Macon Paulson, I have consented to write my recol-
lections of incidents pertaining to the War of 1861-65
to be handed down to my grandchildren and probably
to my great grandchildren. But before entering
upon the recital, I feel it but due to myself to make
certain explanations, as my grandchildren will be
educated in a more enlightened and cultured age.

I was but thirteen years of age when the war began.
Schools soon closed and many fled from their homes,
my sister Kate and myself among the number. I
did not attend school again, as the war closed in
April, 1865, and I maiTied in November of the same
year. Therefore, I must beg that these facts be
borne in mind and great leniency be observed in
reading these pages, remembering my limited oppor-
tunities in early life, owing to the war. To my
granddaughters, who will no doubt and should dis-
approve of my early "turning out" and marriage, I
can only plead as an excuse my early orphanage in
1862 and the peculiar circumstances surrounding me
in times of war. The sight of a young girl or woman

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was so rare as well as refresliing to the soldiers, that
wherever the army encamped they would flock to your
houses and every girl was compelled to be a belle. I
was soon a full fledged young lady as far as dress
and manners were concerned.

Emma Cassandea Eiely Macon
Chestnut Hill, Orange county, Virginia, February
17, 1896.

KEMINISCENCES OF THE CIVIL WAE

BY

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON

Bom October 1, 1847,
at Winchester, Virginia

REMINISCENCES OF THE CIVIL WAR
1861

Winchester, my home and birthplace, is situated
in the lower Shenandoah Valley, thirty miles from
Harper's PeiTy to which point all Confederate troops
hurried to take possession of the United States
Arsenal and workshops. There were no railroads
anywhere in the Valley at that time from Stanton to
Winchester, and all troops had to march that distance
before being transferred in cars from Winchester to
Harper's Ferry. The Confederacy was then in its
infancy, the quartermaster had no tents and scarcely
any provisions prepared for them, and when the dear
brave fellows — the flower of the land — who had
just left their comfortable homes and reached Win-
chester footsore, weary, and hungry in changeable
April weather, often in rain, the patriotic citizens
could not see them turned out on Mother Earth with
nothing but the sky to cover them, so they sent word
to the quartermaster to divide them out among the
people, which he did for weeks, until tents could be
procured for them. Many a night, every bed, as well
as the floors of the house, were filled with soldiers.

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One night, Capt. J. H. Moore, of the 11th Mississippi
regiment, was sent to us with twelve of his men to be
taken care of for the night. I knew him well after-
ward, for whenever his regiment was encamped near
Winchester, he was a frequent visitor at our house.
He was killed at the battle of Gettysburg, and five
years after the war a letter was advertised in Win-
chester for Miss Emma Riely. My brother sent it to
me; it proved to be from Captain Moore's brother,
living in Helena, Arkansas, saying he had just recov-
ered his brother's Bible and diary which were on his
person when killed and were stained with his life's
blood. He said that he had found my name on many
pages with comments and wished to know if I was
married or single, and how situated. We have corre-
sponded regularly since and quite a warm attach-
ment has sprung up between us.

The ladies soon busied themselves making clothes
and knitting socks for the soldiers. Sewing and
knitting societies were formed and met evei-y few
days. I did not prove an adept at either — I suc-
ceeded in finishing one sock in the four years but the
man would have had to be deformed to wear it for
it was a succession of bumps all down the leg. Never
having perseverance to knit a companion to it, I one
day smuggled it into a box of clotliing which was to
be sent to camp, hoping it would be a comfort to some

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poor unfortunate who had had one foot amputated.
Nothing of any particular interest occurred that year
that I can now recall except that Harper's Ferry was
abandoned finally and the troops all encamped around
Winchester under command of General Joseph E.
Johnston. The girls all had a good time, for brass
buttons and gold lace were very attractive. General
Johnston was later on ordered to Manassas for the
first battle there and we were left quiet for a time.

Winter of 1861 and 1862

General Jackson had encamped in Winchester that
winter and in the latter part of February a malignant
type of scarlet fever broke out in our family. My
mother was ill at the time, having been paralyzed.
Everyone avoided the house on account of the fever,
and it was with difiSculty that we could get a minister
to burv' the dead, our minister having a family of
young children. Katie Gordon, my niece, died the
night of the day that she was taken sick. My little
sister, Mary Percival, was taken sick Friday evening
and died on Sunday morning. Two children of our
cook died during the same week. My youngest sister,
Evelyn, and my mother were both veiy ill. My
mother's sister, then Mrs. O'Bannon, a widow, now
Mrs. Lewis B. Williams (and living with me at
present) , was living with us at the time, taking care

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of us as our mother was an invalid. She continued
to live with us and be a mother to us as long as we
kept our house and were together. She afterwards
came to Orange, Virginia, to live with me, where she
married a second time and is again a widow. She
is proverbial for her flow of spirits and is very
amusing, giving the comical side to everything. She
is often referred to in these reminiscences as auntie,
or Aunt Em.

My mother lingered until the Saturday after my
sister's death. On Sunday, it was rumored that
General Jackson was going to evacuate AVinchester
and leave it in the hands of the enemy. My brothers,
two of whom were with him, feared they would be
ordered off before the funeral, which was to take
place on Monday morning. Monday afternoon my
brother, Chap, came in and said it was tnie that
Jackson would leave the next day, and that Kate
(now Mrs. Latimer Small) and myself must get ready
to leave as he was not willing that we should remain
behind. We had never seen a Yankee in uniform
then and imagined even women and children were
unsafe in their hands. We rebelled very much at
leaving auntie alone with Evelyn who was still so
ill, but she said the carriage and horses had to be
taken out of the lines and we must get in and go also ;
that we need only take a small trunk as we would be

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absent but a short time, probably only a week or two,
as the movement was supposed to be only a decoy
to entice the Yankees, as we called all the troops, up
the Valley, then to give battle, whip, and capture
them. We had no time to prepare any mourning so
we could only throw into our trunks such as we had,
which was poor at best.

A friend was hurriedly dispatched to furnish, if
possible, two crepe bonnets and veils, and she suc-
ceeded in finding two, either of which were old enough
in style for our grandmother, if she had been living.

We set out for Mt. Airy, the beautiful home of
my friends, the Meems's. Mt. Airy is the finest
estate in the upper Shenandoah Valley, and is quite
a historic place now as the battle known in history as
Rhode 's Hill was fought on part of it. Not far from it,
the battle of Newmarket was fought, where the young
boys from the Virginia Military Institute were called
out, and, children as they were, sacrificed their lives
for their country. Mt. Airy is just outside of Mt.
Jackson, a village in the Valley of Virginia, where
before and during the war they kept open house, own-
ing hundreds of slaves. Some had been taught to
play on different musical instruments until they had
a fine band, and the house being always filled with
guests, dancing was one of the principal amusements.
After remaining there for a week, my brother found

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Jackson was going to fall back beyond there and we
would have to go over to Luray, which we did, stop-
ping with Mrs. Meems 's mother, Mrs. Jordan. She
was also an old friend of the family. After lea\ang
Kate and myself with these friends, my brother took
the carriage and horses on to Stanton. Later devel-
opments proved that we had just as well stayed in
Winchester, for General Shields of the United States
Army came into Luray and encamped there and part
of his staff had headquarters in the Jordan house.

While there, they arrested every male citizen in
the town, keeping them confined in the court house
building two weeks, giving them the option of taking
the oath of allegiance to the United States govern-
ment, or going to prison. This oath made you swear
on a Bible that you would never, by word or act, give
aid or succor to the rebellion, as the Yankees called
the Southern Confederacy. Very few could take this
oath without pain because they had sons and relatives
in our army. To promise never to give them shelter,
food, or raiment was next to impossible. There were
some who were not scrupulous about an oath and were
fainthearted and willing to swear to anything rather
than go to prison indefinitely, leaving their families
to suffer in their absence. After taking the oath
they were released, but much the larger portion was
sent to prison.

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General Shields left Luray to fight the battle of
Port Republic and returaed there after his defeat by
Stonewall Jackson. The battle of Cross Keys, in
which your father was wounded the first time, was
fought on Sunday, and Port Republic on Monday.

There lived in Luray Mr. John Lionberger, who
was a Union man ; that is, he was opposed to the war
and was a member of the Virginia convention held to
decide whether Virginia should remain in the Union.
He voted against secession which, at the time when
the feeling ran very high and when everj'one not with
us was considered a traitor, made him very unpop-
ular. He had an only son, a handsome youth of nine-
teen years who, notwithstanding his father's opposi-
tion, entered our army. The Lionbergers were own
cousins to the Jordans, so Kate and myself stayed as
much at one house as at the other. John Lionberger
fell desperately in love with Kate. One night when
all Luray was asleep, two soldiers crept into the
town, which was not occupied at that time by either
army but was subject to raids or dashes from either
side. These two soldiers had obtained leave of ab-
sence from their respective commanders, pleading
sickness, which in reality was only love sickness.
Captain Harris, who was on General Wilcox's staff,
of North Carolina, was engaged to Miss Lionberger.
(He was in Congress last session from Kansas).

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John Lionberger was sick to see Kate. They had to
steal in at night so that no one (particularly the
servants) should know that they were ther^, for
should the enemy come in suddenly upon them and
the information be given, they would be made pris-
oners at once. It was in mild spring weather and the
Lionberger girls kept them locked in their guest
chamber until the servants, having finished their
morning housework, had returned to their cabins.

Then began the search for some good hiding place
for them, should the Yankees come in suddenly. Their
garret was one that could only be reached by a ladder
that came down in a large closet and was seldom, if
ever, used. Up in this garret the sides of the wall
had been ceiled or planked up as far as the sloping of
the roof would admit. The young men decided to saw
out a square piece large enough for them to crawl
through and then the piece could be fitted back after
they had gone through by some one on the outside
and something carelessly set in front of the opening.
Having arranged all the details carefully, they began
to prepare to enjoy themselves.

One of the girls sent a note up to the Jordans invit-
ing Kate down to spend a week. I could not at the
time understand why I was left out of the invitation
but I continued to go down once or twice a day and
often felt convinced that the girls were losing their

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minds as they were very prim and prudish, or silly
and giggling hy turns. I afterwards understood it
all. The young men were under the bed when I was
letting my tongue loose, unconscious of their pres-
ence. Everyone had to economize in those days and
when our army was not there, they made a sitting
room of one of their chambers.

The Lionberger's chamber had a handsome old
fashioned poster bedstead, such as Noah must have
used when in deep water. I thought when a child
they were lovely and for fear my grandchildren may
never see one, I will describe them. Some were
exceedingly handsome — posts six or seven feet high,
beautifully carved rosewood or mahogany. These
four posts were held together at the top by a carved
railing like a window cornice. In winter handsome
dark red or chintz and in summer lace or dotted
muslin curtains were draped from the railing and
gracefully caught to each post and tied with colored
ribbons and bows or else with cord and tassels.
Around the bottom was a frill or valance gathered
full which hid from view all under the bed which was
three feet from the floor. A pair of steps prettily
painted and covered with bright carpet was brought
out every night and put by the side of the bed, for
they were very necessary in order to reach this place
of repose. I used to imagine I was ascending the

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steps to a throne. The getting there was altogether
pleasant but if nightmare overtook you and you fell
out, a dislocated spine was the sure result.

This was the style of bedstead these young men
were secreted under whenever visitors arrived, so
that they might have the benefit of the news and
gossip unobserved. A slight festoon in the frill
allowed them to watch many things which caused
violent giggling spells among the girls. On one occa-
sion I made a bad break. Fleas had become hungry
like everything else in the Confederacy and had taken
the town by storm ; on this occasion, they seemed to
have taken a special liking for me. A whole regi-
ment had taken possession of my anatomy and jump-
ing up suddenly with the intention of annihilating
several hundred, I found myself seized by the arms
and I was hustled off into an adjoining room amidst
peals of laughter. Thinking I had fallen among
lunatics and recognizing suppressed male laughter, I
demanded an explanation and they had to tell me the
whole secret of the mystery for fear I would create
another sensation, but I would rather have faced a
cannon ball than those young men, so I took my
companions and beat a hasty retreat.

A few days later, we wakened one morning to find
the town full of Yankee soldiers, and they had come
to stay, and, of course, we were exceedingly anxious

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about the young men who were in Mr. Lionberger's
house. The servants had by this time caught glimpses
of trays being carried up stairs. AVliilst they did
not know for whom intended, they strongly suspected
they were for soldiers and soon informed the author-
ities they were there. Yankee soldiers came in
squads for two days and searched, but could not find
them, which only enraged them for they were con-
vinced that, if not in that house, they were secreted
somewhere in the town. The young men became
alarmed when they heard that the order had been
issued to search everj' house in town until they were
found. Sentinels were placed every fifty yards on
the street to prevent their escape.

Luray, at that time, had only one well of water to
supply six or eight families, so the Lionbergers got
their supply of water across the street. The young
men and girls held a consultation over the situation
and decided something must be done at once or they
would be prisoners, so they concluded to hire one of
the citizens to flank the pickets and go out and tell
Colonel Harry Gilmore the danger they were in and
ask him to dash in suddenly with his cavalry and
surprise the Yankees, if only long enough to rescue
them. It was then thought best to separate, for if
the Yankees should get as far as Mr. Lionberger's
in the search before Gilmore came, if both were in the

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same house, both would be captured. So when nearly
dark the sentinel was asked if we could go across the
street and get water for the night and morning, to
which he consented. John Lionberger with his sister's
dress on over his uniform and a sunbonnet on his
head with two girls, also wearing sunbonnets, each
carrying a bucket, went across the street and into
Miss Overall's back yard to get water. John Lion-
berger, Kate, and Sallie Lionberger remained, and
Miss Overall, the white hired girl, and myself re-
turned with the water, for I had spent the night
before with my cousin. Miss Overall, who was also a
refugee.

We were not allowed by the sentinel (who passed
all night long in front of the house to prevent the
escape of the young men) to have any lights and we
had lots of fun creeping around in the dark, not
knowing whether we were encountering friend or foe,
but knowing the house would be searched very early
(possibly before we were out of bed). We had to be
prepared accordingly, so Captain Harris had to be
put away in his cramped quarters under the rafters
to be ready for the searching party. When day
dawned, all was in readiness.

At Overall's, they made John Lionberger divest
himself of his coat, vest, and shoes. The mattress
was taken off and he got in on the slats, putting his

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wearing apparel alongside of him. Then the mattress
was put on top of him, extra pillows being used to
make it level underneath. The bed was then made
up and his sister, in her calico wrapper, with her
head bound up in cabbage leaves, was at the first
signal of the approach of the searching party, to get
in bed on top of him and when they entered the room
to search, she was to be heaving violently and Kate
Eiely to be holding the bowl for her, which would
prevent their removing the beds, as they often did in
searching one's house.

Ten o'clock had arrived and they were searching
Mr. Flynn's house, next door to Lionberger's,
and anxiety was at its highest tension for we had
about abandoned all hope of rescue by Gilmore and
taken it for granted that the men sent out had either
been captured or had failed to find him. Just as all
hope had vanished, simultaneously with a volley of
musketry in the street we recognized the famous
"Eebel yell," never to be forgotten by those whose
good fortune it has been to hear it. Looking out, we
saw the Yankee cavalry, sentinels, searching party,
and all i-unning and firing as they ran, and soon
Colonel Gilmore 's dear face appeared at the head
of his men. They drove the enemy to the extreme
end of the town, which gave the prisoners time to get
out of their hiding places. John Lionberger came

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out in his sock feet and shirt sleeves and jumped up
behind a cavalryman, and Captain Harris did the
same. We all rushed into the street, huzzahing and
waving our handkerchiefs, and gave them a hearty
welcome. Sallie Lionberger (who was a beauty) in
the excitement forgot to remove the bandage and
cabbage leaves, and with wrapper on appeared at the
door to wave to them. The Yankees soon saw the
purpose of the raid and that there were only about
one hundred and fifty or two hundred men with
Grilmore, so they quickly rallied and charged Gilmore,
who immediately beat a hasty retreat.

It was found that Bettie Jordan had a narrow
escape. When she heard the firing she rushed to the
window just as a bullet crashed through the glass and
imbedded itself in the wall back of her, but the par-
ticles of glass had cut her face badly.

We were busy rejoicing over the release of the
young men and hoping they would not be overtaken
when a guard of men arrived with orders from the
general commanding us to pack and be ready to leave
the house in a few hours and be put into our lines.
The house was to be burned to the ground as a pun-
ishment for our treason. It did not disturb Kate and
myself very much for we were without a home just
then and all we had pretty much was on our backs,
but poor old Mr. Lionberger was in a frenzied state

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at the prospect of losing his home and, worst of all,
he was innocent of any knowledge of the boys being
hidden in his house all this time.

He was a widower and almost in a melancholy state
over the war, being, as I said, before a Union man
not in sympathy with his people. His apartments
were in a wing of the house and he was a great reader
and apparently oblivious to his surroundings. So
imagine his astonishment and dismay to find himself
and family in such a predicament. He hurried at once
to the general's headquarters and pleaded with him
for hours to spare his home and rescind the orders
putting us out of the lines promising it should never
occur again under any circumstances. The girls in
the meantime, fearing the worst, were gathering to-
gether some of their possessions but like most young
people not realizing the gravity of the situation. We
were rather elated at the prospect of seeing all our
friends and wondering if there was any chance of
seeing Colonel So-and-So, Captain or Mr. So-and-So,
and looking forward with pleasure to that time when
we should land in the Confederacy. I can recall poor
old Mr. Lionberger's exliausted condition when he
returned just before dark, to say the general had at
last consented to allow us to remain.

In the latter part of May, "Stonewall" Jackson's
army passed through Luray enroute to Winchester

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to drive General Banks out. Kate and myself were
overjoyed at seeing our brothers and friends, expect-
ing to follow on behind them as soon as the excite-
ment of the battle was over.

It was on this march that Mr. Macon tells of passing
a farm house just outside Luray where a female stood
in the doorway waving her handkerchief to the sol-
diers as they passed by. A man from the ranks yelled
out, "Oh! Lady, that's mighty pretty but can't you
throw us a piece of meat and bread!" and finally, a
soldier stepped up to her and said, "Madam, won't
you give me a piece of bread?" "I am sorry but
there isn't a piece in the house." "Well, Madam,
anything in the way of something to eat will be ac-
ceptable. " "I am very sorry, but the army has been
passing all day long and I have given all I hiave
away. " " Madam, could you give me a glass of milk,
then ? " "I am so sorry but they have drank up every
drop." "Well, Madam, give me a glass of water,
then." "I am so sorry but there isn't a drop in the
house, but the servant has gone to the spring for
some, but the spring is some distance from the
house." "Well, Madam, then, can't you give me a
kiss?" It is needless to add that she still declined,
but he thought he had at last hit ui>on something she
could contribute to the cause. It had the effect at
least of amusing and cheering up the poor weary

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Confederates as they halted before her door, waiting
for orders to march.

In Winchester, the citizens were all on the qui-vive,
as Banks had possession of the town, and when they
heard that Jackson was moving down the Luray Val-
ley, there was suppressed anxiety among them and
excitement as to the result. The Yankees were ex-
pecting Jackson down the Shenandoah Valley, for
they did not know then of this short valley, called the
Massanutten Valley, from Newmarket (via Luray)
to Front Eoyal. Jackson had made a forced march,
and completely surprising the enemy at Front Eoyal,
had captured a large quantity of stores and provi-
sions. Our men were exhausted from the long forced
march, with but little food, and were compelled to
rest that night at Front Royal, which gave the enemy
time to retreat to Winchester, eighteen miles distant.
But early the next morning, Jackson was at their
heels and they ran pell mell through the streets.

My aunt gave a very amusing account of how she
tried to find out what was the matter when she saw
them running by the house, dropping canteens, coffee
pots, skillets, etc., but no one would stop long enough
to answer her. After awhile she heard a great noise
and, looking out, saw an officer running, his sword
clanking on the pavement with every step. He was
so large and fat that he could scarcely get along and

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was then completely out of breath. His tongue was
hanging out and he was panting audibly with each
step, and she said to herself, here's my chance — he
will be glad to stop long enough to talk and rest, so
as soon as he got near enough, she said in her most
pleading tones, ' ' Oh ! do please stop and tell me what
on earth is the matter." "My God, Madam, I haven't
time. The Rebs are upon us and I '11 be captured if
I stop. ' ' So without ever halting, he pushed on, too
weary even to hold up his sword. History records
all the details of the capture, so I will pass on and
only add that our servants all ran off with the Yankees
and were captured and brought back, protesting they
only ran because they were afraid they would be
killed if there was a battle in Winchester.

Just as Kate and myself were getting ready to set
out for home, we heard that Jackson was falling back,
leaving Winchester again in the hands of the enemy.
We were greatly distressed for, having gone out hur-
riedly prepared for two weeks' absence, three months
had elapsed, and our wardrobes were sadly in need
of replenishing. A month later Belle Boyd, the Con-
federate female spy, was in Winchester and my aunt
got her to bring us a carjDet bag full of clothes when
she ran the blockade. I am sure it was opened and
its contents were admired with as eager delight, as
ever a trunkful of Paris creations of modern date has

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been by one of your society belles of the present day.
How you would all laugh now if you could only have
seen some of the costimies worn by us during the
war and which we considered so fetching then. Skirt
braid, made of all gay colors of worsted, was our only
trimming, and we would have row after row and
bunch after bunch tearing around our skirts in the
wildest curves or plaited up to represent ribbon. Our
hair would be decorated with it also in place of rib-
bons, which were not to be had. Popcorn strung on
threads and wound in our hair and around our necks
was supposed to represent pearls and was our decor-
ation for party occasions. This was a most conve-
nient fashion as our parties were all of the starvation
order (nothing to eat), and if one became very hun-
gry, a few strands of popcorn were very convenient
and acceptable.

When Jackson withdrew from Winchester, he left
some of his sick and wounded behind in hospitals and
private houses. My aunt had at our house Mr. Lewis
and servant from Louisiana. Few young men in the
Southern anny were without their men servants to
wait upon them.

Very soon after the Yankees returned to Win-
chester, my aunt and sister waited one morning for
the summons to breakfast and not hearing the usual
troop of servants in the house, my sister, Mrs. Gor-

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don, who has an impediment in her speech, got up to
investigate the matter. She soon returned and said
to my aunt, "Dit out of dat bed. Every last nidder
[negro] has run off and how on earth are we doin' to
dit breakfast," for neither of them knew the first
rudiments of cooking. Simon, Mr. Lewis's servant,
proved invaluable in this line as he had been a cook
on his master's plantation. Thirteen of our servants
had gone in a gang. Mr. Lewis was paroled by the
enemy and told to report to the hospital as soon as
able, to be sent off to prison. He was not in a hurry
to exchange his comfortable home for prison life;
therefore, he feigned illness long after he was really
able to go. One day my aunt heard the Yankees were
going all around town, examining the sick and wound-
ed in private houses, preparatory to sending them to
prison. Mr. Lewis was loath to go and planned to
deceive them and thereby put off the evil hour a little
longer if possible.

Evelyn Eiely, now Mrs. Wolcott, then a child of six
or seven years of age, had been extremely ill with
scarlet fever, as I mentioned in the early part of my
story, and after getting nearly over that, was taken
with a relapse which proved to be brain fever, or what
would be termed now spinal meningitis, her head be-
ing drawn back upon her spine and her eyes crossed.
She was just recovering from this last attack, though

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still in bed, and after she had fallen asleep, it was
decided that Mr. Lewis should get in with her very
quietly, lest he should arouse her and she would want
to know what he was doing there and make him get
out. When the examining party came, he was to pull
the cover up over his mustache while Evelyn was to
be fixed so as not to be discernible. They did not
reach our house until after the lamps were lighted
and my aunt met them at the front door with a
"Hush ! hush ! Please be very qioiet. I have a very
ill child with a malignant type of scarlet fever. She
has just fallen asleep and I fear if your footsteps
should arouse her and she finds her room full of
soldiers, the shock will be fatal, so I beg of you, if
possible, to spare me this risk tonight. Mr. Lewis is
also quite sick. ' ' Being mortally afraid of the fever,
they only went to the door and looked in to assure
themselves there was really some one in bed, and
turned and left the house quietly as requested. They
did not come again until the next batch of prisoners
were ready to be sent off. "V\^ien Mr. Lewis could no
longer deceive them, he bade adieu to his new friends
who, though a stranger, had taken him into their
hearts and home.

He left a rich legacy in Simon, his faithful servant,
begging us to take good care of him until he should
be exchanged and return to the army. He stayed

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with us and was a treasure. I always had my doubts
about Simon. He parted his hair in the middle,
which was not at all the custom in those days, wore
earrings, and had a most effeminate voice. He was
a devout Episcopalian and never omitted services,
attending with prayer book in hand, for he could read,
which was not the case with a great manj^ slaves. He
delighted in singing Southern war songs and loved to
hear us sing them, "Maryland, my Maryland" being;
one of his favorites imtil he followed his master under
Stonewall Jackson the summer of 1862 into Maiyland
when the troops marched day after day to that tune.
After the battle of Sharpsburg, or Antietam, Simon
reached our house after dark and we did not know he
was on the place until his dusky face appeared at the
parlor door where Kate and myself were fairly
splitting our throats singing "Maryland, my Mary-
land." At sight of him, we stopped to greet him
and to ask about the troops. He began by saying
"For God sake, don't never sing dat ar tune no more.
I'se bin marchin' and a marchin' to dat ar tune all
day long and I never does want to hear Maryland, my
Maryland no more, as long as dere's bref in me. I
dun seed all I wants to see of Maryland, my Mary-
land. God knows I is, for a fact."

Our house soon filled up with wounded from that
battle. Two were in each vacant room, among them

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General Smith, better known in Virginia's history as
"Extra Billy," and three times governor of Virginia.
His companion was Colonel Catlett Gilson, an officer
in his brigade. We found out later that they were
not on speaking terms but by accident had been put
into the same ambulance when wounded and sent to
our house, and there they remained for weeks without
ever exchanging a word.

Imagine what a cheerful time they must have had,
especially in the "wee sma' hours" of the night, both
suffering agony from wounds and neither exchanging
a word of sjTnpathy for the other. If they had been
women, I bet they would have broken the silence at
any cost.

To return to Luray where Kate and myself were
still detained as Jackson fell back, going up the Shen-
andoah Valley, and Shields came to Luray. Finding
ourselves again in the enemy's lines, we had to con-
tent ourselves as best we could. July and August
were quiet, uneventful months to us in Luray and we
grew terribly homesick. I longed to be at home once
more to see auntie, Evelyn, and my brother Charles
who had been living in St. Joseph, Missouri, and had
not been home for twelve years. But on account of
sjTnpathy, openly expressed, for the South, he had
been given twenty-four hours to leave the place and
had recently arrived in Winchester, intending later

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to join the Southern army. Recent letters from home,
which had been smuggled through the lines, had
informed us of his arrival there and his great desire
to see Kafe and myself. Then, too, I was a dear
lover of coffee and I longed once more for a taste of
the genuine article, for I was surfeited with Con-
federate coffee which was rye, washed and ground,
and for lack of sugar, sweetened with honey or mo-
lasses, so you can imagine what a dose it was. To-
wards the close of the war, even this would have been
considered a luxury, for when rye could not be had,
toasted com, chestnuts, or sweet potatoes, toasted
and ground, were used. As it no longer deserved
the name of coffee, we dubed it "beverage" in deri-
sion. Unlike coffee, tlie longer you boiled it, the
better it was and my dear friend Miss Sherrard
always put her breakfast "beverage" on the stove
the niglit before and as the fire rarely ever went out,
it simmered all night and a prime article was ready
for breakfast.

In August I grew restless and desperate and felt
as though I could not stand separation from home
any longer. I proposed to Kate that we should hire
a conveyance and driver and go home. "WliatI
through the Yankee lines," she exclaimed. I said,
"Yes, I feel like I would be willing to encounter the
whole army rather than stay any longer." She said

EMMA CASSANDRA RTELY MACON 33

slio proposed to remain where she was, so I doter-
mined to see if I could find any one who would go
witli me. A Miss Bnrrackcr, wlio had rdatives in
Chirke county (just below Winchester), afj:reed to go
with me. The next difiiculty that confronted us was
to find a suitable driver and aii old horse tiiat the
Yankees wouldn't take if you offered to give it to
them. After many discouragements, I succeeded
in getting Mr. Hart to drive. He was one of the
citizens mentioned in the early part of my recital
who took the "oath of allegiance" rather than go to
prison. He agreed to furnish wagon and horse, and
as I thought he had more judgment about wliat would
be necessary to carry us to our place of destination
I left the matter to him and asked no further ques-
tions.

The night before we were to start, he came to tell
me that there would be another passenger to take
along, but feeling perfect confidence in his ability to
manage the tour, I did not demur. The next morning
I was told the vehicle was at the door and all made
ready to see me set off on this risky expedition, not
knowing whether I would be permitted to enter Win-
chester after all my trouble.

It was not an arduous task bringing out my lug-
gage, for 1 had only a small carpet bag, and that not
crowded, which held all my worldly goods. T laugh

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even now as I recall how ridiculously I was attired for
this long ride of forty-three miles which was to con-
sume nearly two days in hot August weather. Think-
ing perliaps you will be entertained with a description
of it, I will describe my outfit for you. The crepe bon-
net and veil that were purchased so hurriedly on
leaving home was of the coal scuttle shape, wide flar-
ing front, the same in style as I had seen my grand-
mother wear, being much too old in style for my
mother's day. A profusion of quillings and bows
adorned the outside, and the veil was adjusted by
means of a silk cord run through a narrow hem and
then tied on to the bonnet. Although only fourteen
years of age, I could readily have been taken for
Mrs. Noah. Large hoopskirts were all the rage then
and I had deemed myself very fortunate in securing
one of the largest. It would have been more sensible
to have left them behind in Luray, as space was a
thing to be considered in this crowded vehicle, but I
could not make up my mind to part with the only
stylish part of my paraphernalia, so I wore them,
even at the risk of getting tied up in the wheels. This
expensive crinoline was covered by a dress of black
serge, flounced to the knees. It was cut with a round
neck and bell sleeves, allowing the August rays to
penetrate more easily. A pair of congress gaiters
made of black worsted stuff and having gum ribbing

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 35

on the sides completed this remarkable attire. The
sole of each shoe was an inch thick with letters which
elevated my foot when in the shoe so as to make the
ankle of it sti'ike me across the instep. You can
imagine the comfort ! These letters were given to me
to be smuggled through the lines and were from young
men in the army to their families and friends in
Winchester and Baltimore.

Having described my outfit, I must now tell you
about the handsome equipage and the proud prancing
steed that was to convey me to my home. When it
was announced that both were at the door waiting,
the entire household arose to say "good-bye." They
expected to see me return in the next few days, as
they thought it extremely doubtful if I would be al-
lowed to enter Winchester. Altogether it was a most
unwise venture on my part. When we reached the
street, peal after peal of laughter rent the air as the
girls caught sight of the turnout, and when I put my
organs of vision upon it, my heart sank within me and
I think I would have abandoned the trip then and
there if I had not disliked to be teased, and the more
the girls laughed and ridiculed, the more resolved I
became to brave all and go.

The wagon was called a "jersey." Every part of
it had long since seen its best days. Straw had been
put in the bottom and cushions out of an old carriage

36 REMINISCENCES OF THE CIVIL WAR

were put on top of it for us to sit on. The front seat
was to be occupied by Mr. Hart and a poor half dead
Confederate soldier who had consumption and had
taten the oath that he might go home to die. The
horse was supposed to be bay in color but his hide
stuck so close to his bones that the sun had faded him
a terra cotta. You could count every rib in his body,
and his hip bones would have furnished an excellent
rack for my expansive hoops (which were then scrap-
ing the wheels) if I could only have been allowed a
front seat, but as I was situated, mine scraped the
wheels, whilst Miss B.'s hung over the back of the
wagon. In addition to his feeble aspect, this proud
steed had springhalt and jerked up one leg at each
step as though he had trodden on a hot coal of fire.
Nothing daunted, though, I set out amidst peals of
laughter and a merry "good-bye" from all.

Luray was twenty-five miles from Front Royal, and
Front Royal was eighteen miles from Winchester.
We made an early start, expecting to reach Front
Royal early in the afternoon, have a good night's
rest, and set out early next morning. But, alas ! we
were sadly disappointed, for although the days were
long, it was dark when we reached there, for we had
not gone ten miles from Luray before the old horse
showed decided symptoms of a general collapse. In
fact, for awhile it was a serious question which would

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 37

depart first, the soldier or the horse, for the August
rays had not proved strengthening to either. We
turned into the first piece of woodland we came to as
soon as we discovered it was imperative, and whilst
we ate our lunch and discussed the situation, the sol-
dier stretched himself out in the bottom of the wagon,
saying he could no longer sit up. The nag greedily
devoured what seemed to be his first square meal, for
I am sure even an X-ray would have failed to find
any suspicion even of food in his stomach before this
meal.

^VTien it was decided to set out again, Mr. Hart
informed us we three would have to walk, as it was
all the horse could do to pull the wagon and soldier.
As it was "Hobson's choice" I took up the line of
march in my new shoes, and as I walked I could feel
the letters settling and my foot gaining further en-
trance into the shoe. Whenever we came to a stream,
we had an opportunity to rest whilst the wheels
soaked, for the tires threatened to leave us constant-
ly. Occasionally we were allowed to get in and ride
a mile or so, but Mr. Hart walked all the way, for he
was a large stout man, whilst Miss B. and myself
weighed about 115 pounds each.

We expected to spend the night with Miss Turner
at Front Royal, and when we drove up to her house
and told her of our intention (it was then dusk) she

38 REMINISCENCES OF THE CIVIL WAR

said she would be glad to entertain us, but if it was
our intention to go to Winchester next day, we would
have to cross the Shenandoah river that night, as the
Yankees were preparing then to evacuate Front
Royal and were then firing the bridges behind them.
We would have to hurry if we expected to cross.

The river forks at Front Royal, and before the war
two handsome iron bridges spanned each fork of this
river, but they had been burned some time before and
pontoon bridges, which were bridges made of boats
for transporting troops across, had been substituted,
and it was these bridges they were preparing to bum.

As we looked towards the river we saw the lights
and hurried on. Wlien we reached there, we found
they had great piles of lightwood (pine) first to the
right and then to the left at intervals of a few feet
and they had already begun to set fire to them. As
we crossed, the flames were so uncomfortably near us
that we had to clamp our hoops to our sides, and walk
behind the wagon. If the old nag had seemed slow
before, now, in our feverish anxiety to get out of
danger of the flames, he appeared a veritable snail.
We feared every moment that the spokes of the
wheels would catch, and certainly our tires were not
being improved. I felt several times as if I would
like to apply a torch to him to see if even that would
induce him to "get a move on himself," for we had

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 39

yet to cross the other fork of the river and were
growing uneasy about the condition of that bridge
when we would reach it. Being pitch dark, save for
the lights from the fires, we could not calculate dis-
tance.

Just as we stepped off the last bridge in an ex-
hausted condition, we came upon a large body of
cavalry drawn up in the road. An officer stepped out
and cried, "Halt! halt!" It is needless to say that
we did not persist in going on. He asked who we
were and where we were going, etc. On being told
that I was going to my home in Winchester and the
men had taken the oath, he said that we could pro-
ceed. It was so dark we could scarcely see our way.
All of us were walking, as we had been for miles, ex-
cept the soldier who lay in the wagon.

Mr. Hart had lived in that neighborhood for years
and knew all the people and roads, but the darkness
had confused him and he said to the officer, "Which
is the road to Winchester!" as there were two at that
point. He replied, "Wait and follow us. We are
waiting to finish burning the bridges and then we are
going there." We sat down on the road side in the
dark with all these Yankees (a regiment or two) in
front of us.

In half an hour the order, "Forward, march," was
given and as the last soldiers filed past us, we started

40 REMINISCENCES OF THE CIVIL WAR

with them. We had only gone a short distance, about
150 yards, wlien the cavali-y turned to the left and
went down into what seemed to us a dark hollow, al-
though there was a road straight ahead. I told Mr.
Hart that nothing would induce me to follow them
there — that I would rather go a mile out of the way
for the night. He said, "Well, I am sure we are on
the right road anyhow, but I am going to tell you
ladies that the nearest house is nearly five miles dis-
tant and I know you are completely broken down, but
when you reach that house it is the home of a good
old Baptist preacher. Brother Painter, and you will
have a good shelter for the night." So, encouraged
by the prospect of a warm welcome, we decided to try
and hold out to get there.

Whilst we were discussing the situation, the caval-
ry still stood in tliis dark black place and the soldiers
would call out to us, "Come along, girls." "You
are poor soldiers." "You are too slow." "For-
ward, march, girls. " "Do you want to get up behind
me," etc. Just as we had decided to go on, a single
cavalryman rode up and took oflf his hat and said,
"Don't listen to those men. You are on the right
road. We have only turned aside to wait for a de-
tachment of men who are at the river waiting for the
burning of the last bridge. If you do not object, I
will ride with you a little distance to see that you are

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 41

not molested. ' ' Of course, Miss B. and myself were
as mucli afraid of one soldier as we would have been
of a whole oom])any, but we were afraid to be any-
thing but very i)olito and ti'ied to hide our timidity.
So we entertained him with our tedious travels of the
day.

Very soon we came upon a little creek that was
spannned by a wooden bridge, the floor of which had
been torn up, leaving only one wide plank to walk
across. IMr. Hart said, "Now, ladies, what are we
to do. The floor of the bridge is in such a condition
that the wagon cannot cross and I will have to go
higher up the stream, and what are you going to do,
for I 'm sure the horse cannot pull us all ? " The Yan-
kee soldier veiy gallantly and promptly replied,
"Leave the ladies with me. I will take care of them
and see them safely across the bx-idge." With that
he dismounted, tied his horse to a beam of the bridge
and strildng a match to reconnoiter the passway, as
well, no doubt, as to catch a glimpse of his two com-
panions, he proceeded to extend his hand to help one
at a time across the plank. Not a word was spoken,
for from the moment of Mr. Hart's announcement
and the jiroffer of assistance from the soldier, our
hearts were choking us and beating so wildly from
fright that, listen as we would, we could not hear the
wagon coming until it was upon us and I heard the

42 REMINISCENCES OF THE CIVIL WAR

soldier saying he must return to his command as he
was absent without leave. I then recovered my senses
suflSciently to thank him for his kindness and to in-
vite him to call at my home if he came to Winchester.
I then asked him his regiment, which he said was the
1st Maryland Cavalry, and I replied that I was sure
he was a Southern gentleman from the start. We
parted and never heard of him any more.

About one-half a mile or more further on, when we
had just congratulated ourselves that the worst was
over, we came upon the baggage train. The wagons
were standing in the road with a guard waiting for
the command of cavalry we had left at the river to
join them. I suppose they had been there for some
time, for one-half of the horses were lying down on
the road in their harness, and the drivers were asleep,
so the road was covered with a perfect network al-
most impassable for any one. We would suddenly
find ourselves stumbling over a mule's or horse's legs
which would make him attempt to rise. We were in
danger of being knocked down and trampled by them
at any moment. Perhaps I did not pray by snatches !
I was longing to say, "Now I lay me down to sleep."

That morning a wagon resembling ours had come
over from Williamsport, Maryland, to sell tobacco to
the army, and seeing ours, the teamsters and guards
crowded around in the dark to buy tobacco, and for

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 43

some time we could not make them understand that
we were not the party and begged them to make way
for us and let us pass.

We finally found ourselves alone once more on the
highway, and by way of cheering us up and encourag-
ing us to hold out longer, Mr. Hart began to tell us
of the nice quarters we were soon to reach and the
cordial greeting and welcome we were to receive from
the good old Baptist preacher.

The moon was just rising, and it helped to make us
feel brighter, for the extreme darkness had been most
depressing. But when we caught a glimpse of a
light and a house and were told it was Mr. Painter's,
we felt like shouting. We stopped in front of the
gate and sat down while Mr. Hart went to the house
to renew his acquaintance and ask him to take us in
for the night. To our utter amazement, we heard him
say that it was impossible — that the Yankees were
coming and he did not know that he would have a
house over his head by morning, and we might be
considered spies and it would compromise him. Mr.
Hart pictured our exhausted condition and said it
was impossible for us to go further, but the heartless
old rascal (for even to this day I feel as if I would
make it warm for him if I could get hold of him) still
refused and had the audacity to recommend some
one else's house to us. "I advise you to go three-

44 REMINISCENCES OF THE CIVIL WAR

quarters of a mile further to Mr. McKay's. He has
a large house and can accommodate you. ' '

It was then nine o'clock, and but for the Yankees
being on our heels, I would gladly have laid down
there right on the road side, not even considering the
propriety of the thing. But there was nothing to be
done but to get up, shake out my hoops, and lift what
I supposed were my feet and move on, but they had so
long felt like blocks of lead that I could hardly recog-
nize them as organs of locomotion. Never did three-
quarters of a mile seem so long as this, and when we
finally did come upon the large white house in a
grove, all was as silent as death, for the family had
all retired. After repeated hellos a gentleman put
his head out of the window, and when told by Mr.
Hart the condition of affairs, he said he would be
down in a few minutes. When he came to the wagon,
I introduced myself as Miss Emma Riely, of Win-
chester. He asked me if I was a daughter of Colonel
James P. Riely, who was once teller of the Valley
Bank. When I replied that I was, he took me by the
hand, and said, "Come in. It will give me great
pleasure to entertain you, for your father was a good
friend of mine." Taking us into the parlor, he said,
' ' Lie down on the sofas and rest until I get my sisters
to find you some supi^er, for we had all retired. Mr.
Hart and myself will go and feed the horse. ' '

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 45

After awhile they returned and we were invited
into the dining room, and a more surprised party you
never saw, for there stood two of my schoolmates,
Kathleen McKay and Bessie Wells, half-sisters, and
this was their home. They were boarding at Mr.
Powell's school where I was a day scholar. When
the first Yankees came to Winchester the Powells ran
off, leaving their dinner on the table. At the time
Kate and myself left for Luray, these girls returned
home. It is needless to say that we were glad to meet
again and they gave us a bountiful supper, then took
us into their mother's chamber to introduce their
schoolmate and hear all about my unexpected appear-
ance at that hour of the night. They sympathized
deeply with us in our broken down state and sug-
gested that we stop and rest with them several days
before going further, and all entirely discouraged the
idea of our attempting to get into Winchester, for
there had been a young lady who had gone to the
picket post the week before, pleading with him to
permit her to enter the town, as she had a brother
there dj^ing in the hospital, but they answered, "No,
not unless you take the oath," and that would have
been direct perjurj' in her case, for she was going in
purposely to give aid and succor to the enemy, and
the language of that oath was as strong as it could
be made.

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"Well," I said, "both of the men in our party have
taken the oath. Only Fannie and myself have not,
and after going through all I did today and tonight,
I will never be satisfied to return without making the
attempt. If they refuse me, I will have to go back and
have them laugh at me." They then showed us to
our room and we began to seek our much needed rest,
for it was then 11 o'clock. We began at once to re-
lieve our feet first, and when I examined the inside of
my shoes, I found the envelopes split all around, for
Confederate stationeiy was none too good at best,
and a long day's tramp had proved very wearing on
it as well as on myself. I did not dare to disturb
them for fear of getting them mixed, but oh ! my poor
feet. I think there must have been a blister for every
square inch, and knowing the extent of the surface, ^
you can well imagine the number. Poor Fannie 's
were in the same sad state, for like my own, her
shoes also were full of letters.

We soon fell into a deep sleep, but not sufficiently
deep to prevent being aroused soon thereafter by a
passing army train and troops who filled the grounds
and pounded upon the doors, calling for food at mid-
night. The ladies had to hand out bread and meat to
pacify them.

Why we should ever have started on such a jaunt
at all is as inexplicable as why we should have started

ElVniA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 47

on Saturday, necessitating part of our journey and
especially our arrival in Winchester on Sunday. I
can only accovmt for the whole matter by being con-
vinced we were suffering from aberration of mind
at the time.

Sunday moraing dawned bright and beautiful and
when we had carefully adjusted our mail in our shoes
and succeeded in getting a wagon load of dust out of
the Berege flounces and crepe bows on my bonnet
and com]ileted our extensive toilet, we descended to
the parlor, feeling much rested from the fatigue of
the night before. We found two gentlemen there
from Front Royal who had forded the river to advise
us not to attempt to go to Winchester. Mrs. Inman
had told them of our destination and persuaded them
to come and try to influence us. But I listened with
my ears in one direction and my heart in another, and
I think I have heard some one say, but it possibly
could not have been Mr. Macon, that when a woman
once inakes up her mind (especially a Riely) you
might as well talk to the dead. But is it any wonder
that on this lovely Sabbath morning, only fifteen
miles from my home which I had not seen for five
months, a lovely pike all the way, and having endured
all I had to get this far, that I should have been hard
headed and obstinate and persevered? I felt that if
I had to retrace my steps, I had left nothing undone.

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The old nag was brought out and certainly he was
feeling his oats, for his whole aspect seemed more
cheerful, and when I bade adieu to our hospitable
friends, it was with the promise we would spend
several days with them.

We reached the picket post between one and two
o'clock, and the demand to halt was given. I asked to
see an officer. He said that the sergeant of the guard
would be along presently. When he came he said I
would have to see the captain of the guard who was
in a tent some little distance off. He finally came
back, bringing this officer, and I began to tell him a
very pathetic tale. That I wished to return to my
home where my natural protectors were, giving him
no intimation of why I had left it. I gave him a his-
tory of the party, the men having taken the oath of
allegiance and Miss B. wishing to go to Clarke county,
to visit relatives, and that I was only a child. He
listened attentively and then said, "Oh, yes, you can
enter without any difficulty by taking this oath," pro-
ducing a printed form from his pocket. "Oh," I
said, "I cannot take that" with more emphasis than
I should have done, and he said, "Those are our gen-
eral 's orders. ' '

I began then to plead with him to allow me to see
the general in person, which he refused. My eyes
began to fill and my voice to choke, for the old famil-

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iar spires of churches were in full view and I could
imagine I saw my loved ones seated in our dear old
pew. Wliether he saw my emotion and distress and
it touched his heart, I do not know, for he then said,
"I will retura in a few moments." He went to his
tent evidently to consult with some other officer, for
when he returned, he said, "I am going to allow you
to go to General "VVliite's headquarters under this
guard," designating a mounted cavalryman. He
then said to us, "Have you any letters or contraband
infonnation of any kind about you." Now fearing
if I said "Yes," and gave up the letters out of my
shoes whicli were evidence enough that I was trying
to smuggle them, he would think, "She gave these up
as a blind and is withholding something more val-
uable, possibly, and I'll put her right out and not let
her go to headquarters." So, more quickly than it
taJies me to write it, all this passed in my mind, and
I answered, "Oh ! no, we haven't anything." After
he had given the order to the guard to take us to
General White's headquarters with a note, we pro-
ceeded.

Now, the general's headquarters wei-e out at the
fort, one mile the other side of Winchester. When
we reached the outskirts of the town, I asked Mr.
Hart to drive us along Market street instead of Main ;
my home was on Kent street, the street back of Mar-

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ket. As we reached the block that leads to Kent, who
should I recognize standing and talking but my aunt,
two brothers, Evelyn, Miss Conrad, and Sallie. They
had met returning from the Episcopal and Presby-
terian churches. I did not want them to recognize
me. Altogether, I was trembling with excitement at
seeing them again. I drew my veil and I heard them
remark that we were evidently strangers under guard
and wondered who we were. I had not gone more
than a square before my heart began to fail me and I
thought if General White refused to let me stay, I
would be put outside the pickets and they would never
know I had been there, and I would not see them
again. So I asked Mr. Hart to go back and tell them
I was one of the party and to ask one of my brothers
to come and go to headquarters with me. All came
rmming in astonishment and wanted to know what on
earth induced me to take such a trip, etc. My brother,
Brent, went with me, walking all the way in the hot
sun beside the wagon.

The fortifications were on a high hill one mile from
town, and the general's headquarters were there. I
thought that the old nag would never get us up this
steep hill and the August sun was parching us. On
our arrival, we were told the general was not in, but
Colonel Sweeney, the provost marshal, was, so we
drove to his tent. He came out and my brother told

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 51

him that Winchester was my home and I wished to be
allowed to return. He asked many questions and
then said the orders were, no one should be admitted
without taking the oath. That I told him I could not
do, and when my brother had exhausted eveiy argu-
ment in my behalf, he hopelessly remarked, "Well,
Colonel, it does seem hard to see a child of fourteen
years of age driven from her home and natural pro-
tectors and turned out loose upon the charity of the
world." He said "child?" in rather a sarcastic
mannner, for I looked every day of thirty in my re-
markable costume. "Yes, sir, she is nothing but a
child. " " She does not look it. How old did you say,
fourteen years ? Well, if you are able to prove that,
it alters the case. The orders are, all persons from
eighteen years up shall take the oath. ' ' My brother
said that he would furnish abundant proof of the
statement and made himself personally responsible
for its truthfulness.

He then asked Fannie how old she was. She re-
plied, "twenty-one." He said, "There is no escape
for i/ou," whereupon poor Fannie broke down and
just boo-hooed in the most heart-broken style. I felt
so sorry for her that I began to beg her to do what I
had all along vowed I would not do, but I did not see
how she was to do otherwise, for we had not prepared
or dreamed of such a condition of affairs. Mr. Hart

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was not going to return to Luray for a week. I was
not going out, and she, poor girl, if she refused to
take the oath, was to be set down in the public road
just outside the picket post alone. She said between
her sobs, "Oh, Emma, I will be disgraced amongst
my friends." I said, "Oh, they will never know it."
"Yes, you and Mr. Hart will tell on me and then they
will all say I'm disloyal." Both Mr. Hart and my-
self pledged ourselves to strict secrecy, and after a
great persuasion she swallowed it, although each
word seemed the size of a cannon ball to swallow and
you could hear a gulping sound as each one went
down.

Colonel Sweeney then asked us if we had letters or
contraband information about us, and having told
one storj^ I had to tell another, and said, "No." He
then said to Brent Riely, "Go to Mr. Stackhouse's
boarding house and ask for Colonel Delemesi's wife.
Say to her, I will deem it a personal favor if she will
go to the York Hospital, room No. 3, and search these
two ladies. The men having taken the oath will not
be searched. The guard will search baggage in room
No. 2." Calling up an additional guard, he said,
' ' Guard these ladies to the York Hospital. ' ' A guard
rode on either side of the wagon. Mr. Hart knew we
had these letters and began to tremble for us, and as
we started, said in an undertone, ' ' Try and slip them

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 53

in my pockets," and he then began to tiy to interest
the guards by pointing to the cannons in the fort and
asking what points each commanded, and my brother
and himself complimented the works, and whilst this
was going on, Fannie and myself put our heads to-
gether and laid our plans.

Presently, I said aloud, ' ' Fannie, it will be a long
time before we reach the town. Let's take off our
shoes and rest our feet. They hurt so after walking
so far last night." She said, "Oh, that's a good
idea," so we slipped our hands in under our dresses
and took off our shoes, for we were sitting down flat
on the straw. Then running our hands down in the
shoes, we proceeded to gather up the letters, only one
of us doing this at a time. Wlien I said aside to her,
"ready," she said, loud enough for any one to hear,
"Emma, raise up, and let me pull the straw under
you," and whilst she was doing tliis, I was up on my
knees, hanging most affectionately over Mr. Hart's
back and with my left hand ramming the letters down
in his capacious linen duster pocket next to the sick
soldier, so as to be unobserved. Mr. Hart was now
admiring tlieir horses and pointing out their fine
points, an ever fruitful and absorbing subject with a
cavalryman. When Fannie was ready with her let-
ters, I said, ' ' Fannie, raise up and let me make you
more comfortable," and she deposited her letters.

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Then we wondered if by accident any particles of
paper could have gotten in the loose straw and be the
means of giving us away when we got out.

On reaching the town, my brother hurried to the
boarding house for fear Madame Delemesi would be
out and then went hurriedly to tell my aunt to come
to the hospital, which she did, bringing Mrs. Hugh
Lee with her, but they were not allowed to come where
we were but witnessed the searching of our carpet
bags with growing indignation, for as they held up
our garments for inspection so long, they felt assured
they must be trying to secure the patterns. We were
terribly uneasy about our shoes for fear a scrap of
paper left with the least writing would betray us, and
we hoped to get a chance to investigate before the
woman arrived, but finding ourselves under guard,
we did not have the opportunity.

When we got out of the wagon, I looked at Mr.
Hart to see if the mail was all secure and there was
the writing as plain as day showing through his well
worn duster pocket. I drew up to his side and said,
"Put your handkerchief in your left pocket," and
soon his ample bandanna had hidden every trace of
them.

The door opened in one-half hour and a perfect
vision of loveliness appeared. A delicate, refined
Italian beauty, introducing herself, and apologizing

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 55

profusely, saying that it was such an unpleasant task
for her to perform, and having done it only ten days
before as an accommodation she was in hopes she
would not be called upon to do it again, but when she
received the message, she disliked to refuse, etc. I
thought to myself, now she is such a lady, she is only
going to make a pretense of searching, and we will
get off easily, but, alas ! I was mistaken. Had she
served an apprenticeship at it, she could not have
been more thorough. The coal scuttle bonnet, with
its ponderous bows and quillings, was first taken to
the window and thoroughly picked over, looking for
information wrappetl in tin foil and sewed up in
articles of apparel as was often done during the war.
Then I was made to open my mouth and lift my
tongue, for sometimes the foil was carried under the
tongue. My watch was next opened to the works and
examined. My hair was taken down and fingers run
through it, then the undressing began. The hems of
the garments were all held to the light and felt all
around. Corset stays were thoroughly examined, the
shoes taken off, hands run down inside, but thank
heavens, they came up empty, stockings turned, which
ended my examination.

While I was dressing, Fannie went through the
same ordeal, only furnishing more work for the
woman, for Fannie had on a white skirt tucked near-

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ly to the waist with inch tucks, and she had to take
each one separately and hold them to the light. All
this time my temper was rising. Since she had not
f oimd anything to incriminate me and considering it
was such an "unpleasant" task to her, I thought that
she was doing far more than necessary and had made
it very embarrassing for us. So when she began,
after finishing, with her deceitful apologies, I shut
her up quickly by saying, "No more apologies are
needed, and I hope I will some day have the oppor-
tunity of returning the compliment. ' ' We parted and
I went home rejoicing, but the oath sat very heavily
upon poor Fannie 's heart and stomach for days.
Even her appetite fled, for she felt sorely stricken in
conscience. Mr. Hart came the next day to have a
laugh over our exj^eriences of the past two days.

I had only been home ten days when we were sud-
denly aroused from our sleep by a terrible explosion
about two o'clock in the morning. Nearly all the
window glass in the houses was shattered and peoj^le
sprang from their beds and ran into the streets, think-
ing it was an earthquake, but seeing the sky lighted
up over at the Fort, it was soon discovered that they
had blown up the powder magazine and were evacuat-
ing. Lee was coming and they retreated to Harper's
Ferry where many of them who were under the com-
mand of General Miles were captured. In their haste,

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 57

they left all the women behind who were sent through
the lines under a flag of trace. Ten days afterwards
I met Mr. Stackhouse, and he said, "I tell you, you
have kept some one at my house in hot water." I
asked him "who," and he said, "Colonel Delemesi's
wife. She has been afraid to poke her nose outside
the door for fear you would find out she was left and
have her punished for the way she searched you." I
said, "Don't ease her mind, please, for I want to
punish her in that way alone. ' '

My sister, Mrs. Gordon, came home, bringing Kate
with her, who taunted me with being in such a hurry
to return, having so much to encounter, while she had
only a little longer to wait and suffered no inconve-
nience in coming.

After all our servants ran off, we had to hire and
reduce our number to one. The cook and the old
housekeeper being feeble, we had all to assist in the
housework. Evelyn, my sister (now Mrs. Wolcott),
was then only eight or nine years old and was much
petted and indulged by us all, but particularly so by
my aunt, and she deemed it quite a hardship to be
made to wash dishes while the housekeeper dried
them. Even at that tender age, she had learned how
to manage my aunt so as to carry her point. She
would invariably refer to the loss of her mother (my
aunt's sister) and say, ' ' She knew if her mother were

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living, she would not be made to do this." That al-
ways melted auntie's heart and Evelyn could do just
as she wanted. She was refused something one even-
ing, and became offended. The next morning early
my brother-in-law heard a noise overhead in the tliird
story and went to investigate. He found Evelyn
in her little dressing gown and bare feet busy pack-
ing a trunk. When questioned, she said that she was
going away to leave us. That we did not treat her
right. "My mother did not leave me here to wash
dishes," she said, displaying her little hands. "Just
look here, I have scalded all the skin off of my hands
washing dishes," and putting her hands on her back,
said, "I've most broken my back sweeping and I am
going away to leave you aW." Auntie, on hearing of
it, was ready to lay the earth at her feet, and we were
much amused, for Evel>Ti's resolution did not last
fifteen minutes, but she was solid with auntie after
that.

I was appointed chambermaid without rank or
emoluments, and thought I had the toughest job of
them all, with the big "teaster" bedstead to tackle,
which had been made to order to accommodate my
mother, father and all thirteen children to sleep in. I
was expected to do alone what had always required
two stout negro women to do every day, and when
beds had to be turned, the butler had to come to their
assistance.

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 59

I would have made a first class prize fighter before
I was released from duty. I would stand off and view
the object to be attacked and decide best where to
make the best licks. Then I would double up my fists
and begin to pummel it in the sides, bearing all my
weight on my opponent. I felt convinced many times
from the pain in my side I must have had a lick in
return. After I had knocked all the breath out of it
and succeeded only in raising a few knots, I would
take off my shoes, mount on top and proceed to cut a
"pigeon wing" over the entire surface to get it level.

One morning in the middle of this remarkable per-
formance, the door opened and Colonel Davis walked
in (he was occupying the room). I could only drop
on my knees and beg him to retire imtil I could de-
scend, which he did, roaring with laughter.

Pig Story

In the early fall of 1863 I went down to make a
visit to my cousin, Fannie Daniels, near Charlestown,
Jefferson county, her mother owning a fine estate
near there. I was to bring her home with me and we
were to go to Mt. Air\% the ^leems's beautiful home
in the Valley. When I was ready to leave, Mrs. Dan-
iels said she wished she had something to send to my
aimt, but she said, ' ' We are all so poor I have nothing
worth sending — how would she like a pig?" I said,
" Oh ! she will be delighted to get anything that can be

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eaten." So she had one caught, its hind legs tied so
that if it got out it could not run. It was put into the
wagon in a bag, alongside of the driver.

We had twenty-five miles to go to reachWinchester.
It proved a verj' troublesome traveling companion.
Eveiy time its serenity was disturbed it squealed for
dear life. When we went up a hill the pig in the bag
rolled under our skirts and the fight would begin —
we kicking and the pig squealing. We met a troop
of Yankee cavalry returning from Winchester to
Martiusburg. Winchester was without a regular
garrison then, and only subject to raids from either
side. The officers stopped us to make inquiries about
us, and when questioned about the bag were much
amused to find it contained a pig.

We did not reach home until after dai'k. My aunt,
not expecting such an addition to her household as a
pig, was in a quandaiy what to do with it, and it was
Saturday night besides. She finally decided to put it
into an office we had in the yard until Monday morn-
ing, when she would have a pen erected for it. So
the string was cut from its hind legs and it was turned
loose, but the long confinement had stiffened its joints
so it hopped around rabbit fashion.

The Presbyterian church was next door — only our
lawn between — our pew was just in a line with our
back yard, and frequently our solemnity was greatly

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disturbed by witnessing absurd things going on at
home. Stained glass windows were not as common
those days as now, and we had an uninterrupted view.
It was rather warm that day and the windows were
raised so we could not only see, but hear.

We had gone to church that morning, leaving my
aunt behind and, unfortunately for us, the pig had
not had its breakfast before we left. In the midst of
the service the "girl" appeared in full view with a
heaping plate of i)rovisions for the jiig. My aunt's
voice could be heard, pitched upon a high key, as she
followed on behind, urging Mattie not to let the pig
get out, and to be very careful how she opened the
door. Our closest attention was immediately given to
see the performance. Mattie made several ineffec-
tual attempts to get the dinner plate through the key
hole. She gradually had to increase the aperture
and when about to insert the dinner plate, out came
the pig. Then began a chase all around the yard, and
our audible giggling attracted the attention of the
congregation. Auntie stood with agonized expres-
sion, calling, "Eun, Mattie, run! Mattie, catch him
quick. Don't let it get away, for mercy's sake."
Notwithstanding it hopped rather than ran, it made
good time and soon reached the garden, Mattie in hot
pursuit, plate in hand, hoping it might turn and the
sight of food induce it to stop. When she seemed just

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about to secure her prize, she unfortunately booked
her foot in the corn stubble and down she came with
great force, sending the food in one direction and the
plate in another. At this last disaster we laughed
outright.

The congregation looked daggers at us and we
might have been able to establish our equilibrium
and composure if we had not at that moment heard
Auntie, in tones of despair, saying, "Mattie, where
on earth is the pig?" Mattie, lying fiat on her stom-
ach and turning her head first one side and then the
other, replied, "That's exactly what I want to know,
too." We had to get up and leave church, and when
we reached home and told auntie how she had caused
us to disgrace ourselves and what an exhibition she
had made of herself, she was much astonished, but
too much grieved over her loss to give it much
thought.

We spent the week explaining our conduct to the
congregation. Having then no newspapers or public
place for advertising lost property, auntie concluded
to constitute herself an advertising medium, so sat
two whole days on our front porch, stopping every
one as they passed. Now, many of these people had
been passing our house almost daily for years and
had never had a nod of recognition from her, hence
they were rather startled at her sudden politeness at

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 63

this time. She would clear her throat and begin,
"Good morning." They would look amazed. "Have
you seen anything of a pig?" "What sort of a pig,
Madam ? ' ' This was a stunner, for the only glimpse
she had ever had of it was when she saw it hopping
over the garden, but she had to describe it some way
to identify it, so when they repeated the question,
"What kind of a pig, Madam?" she began, "A black
pig, I think, with a long face ; a veiy countryfied look-
ing pig, with a long tail and all screwed up behind."
"No, Madam, I have not." "Well, if you hear tell
of him, please say it belongs to me."

Now this remarkable description went on for two
days and the people would move on convulsed with
laughter.

Mrs. Conrad sent over one afternoon to know if
she would take a walk with her. She remarked that
she was not fond of ivalkitig, but she had better go,
for she might see or hear of her pig. Mrs. Conrad
was a very pious person and talked a great deal on
the subject of religion. As they walked, she was con-
versing on the necessary preparation for death and
the hereafter, and became so absorbed that she did
not miss my aunt from her side, and when she did
she discovered her across the street, head hung over
some one's back fence. She had heard a pig grunt
and had gone hurriedly to see if it was her pig ' ' with

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a long face, very countrified looking, long tail and all
screwed up behind."

We started on our trip up the Shenandoah Valley
to the Meems's, stopping at Woodstock at the hotel
where my brother was boarding, as Imboden's cav-
alry was stationed there. The hotel was crowded, so
my brother gave us his room with only a single bed
in it, but we were on pleasure bent, no matter at what
cost of inconvenience, so we slept, or rather went to
bed, all three of us, but never slept a wink, but
laughed two entire nights at what a farcical attempt
we were making at trying to rest — compelling the
middle one to change every half hour that the outside
might thaw out a little.

On arriving at the Meems's, all was mirth and
pleasure, and we were only too glad to join in it.
Kate Eiely had been there for a month. Sallie Lion-
berger was also there. In fact the guests seemed to
pour from every part of the large establishment. Ten
ladies and about eighteen gentlemen were included
and, besides, Early's Corps was encamped only two
miles from the house. Mr. Macon, who was on a fur-
lough, boarded at the Mt. Jackson hotel. Horseback
riding during the day and dancing at night occupied
all our time. Eight or ten delightful riding horses,
with side saddles, were brought out every morning

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 65

and tied to the rack, to be used whenever we needed
them, and there was no lack of escorts.

I came near losing my life one morning when out
riding. General Walker and Miss Daniels were in
the lead, riding slowly, and a second couple between
them and myself. They saw in time that the tele-
graph wire had been cut and tied to the rail fence on
the opposite side of the road and called to warn us
as they rode around the post. I was not then in
sight and came dashing up at full speed, too late to
check my horse. Dr. Southall, my escort, threw up
his hand to raise the wire and prevent its striking
me, but did not succeed. I was dragged off my sad-
dle and the wire struck me right at my throat, and
but for having pinned a handkerchief around my
neck to protect it from the sun, my throat would have
been badly cut. As it was, the handkerchief was cut
in two, and in trying to raise the wire it cut a gash
over my eye. Dr. S. succeeded in stopping the horse
at once and I remounted and galloped on, only a little
nervous over my narrow escape. It was the result of
a quarrel between the infantry and cavalry and they
had, after passing through, cut the wire and tied it
to throw the cavalrj- as they passed at night.

The girls of this generation will never know the
good times we had then, even if sad and terrible at
times, as war must be necessarily.

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Next came our ride back to Woodstock — a merry
crowd in a big old stagecoach, six horses, a beautiful
moonlight night; Kate and Fannie Daniels going to
the Murjjhy's, Nannie O'Bannon and myself to the
Welch's. We reached there just as Gilmore and Im-
boden's men were returning from their raid on the
Baltimore & Ohio railroad trains. They had never
taken time to unwrap the bundles that they had
taken from the seats of the car, and many of them
came to Mr. Welch's parlor to open them and display
their trophies, which was a very risky thing to do as
was afterwards proved, as many remarkable and un-
expected articles rolled out that they had no earthly
use for and caused peals of laughter or a shower of
blushes by turns. They all had rolls of greenbacks
and a number of gold watches — amongst them Sen-
ator Bright 's, of Indiana.

The day we returned to Winchester was the cold-
est I ever experienced — so bitter cold we thought we
would freeze before we reached our destination.
When we got out at Mr. Da\as's, at Newtown, to
warm, we found Langley, one of our noted spies,
there on his way north. He asked me to take Sen-
ator Bright 's watch and hide it about my person,
also a large roll of money, for fear we would meet
some Yankees before we reached Winchester. They
were returning the watch to the senator, as he was a
democrat.

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 67

That fall General Milroy's Yankee army came to
Winchester and wintered there. His reign was one
of terror and will be remembered, together with Gen-
eral Sheridan's, as long as memory lasts, with all of
the citizens who lived during these reigns. He began
by taking possession of their houses, ordering the
people out with only a few hours' notice, compelling
them to leave behind their valued possessions of
years of accumulation, setting them with his own
army ambulances just outside his jiicket posts in the
public road and taking their luxurious homes with all
they possessed for different brigade headquarters or
hospitals, when there were plenty of unoccupied
houses that would have answered their purposes just
as well.

The Logans owned one of the largest and hand-
somest furnished houses in the town. Mrs. L. had
been an invalid for years with consumption, never
leaving her home, and at this time her daughter was
in bed with erysipelas. It was a damp, drizzly, rainy
morning in the early spring when General Milroy
sent them an order to pack and be ready by noon to
be sent beyond the lines, as he wished their house for
his own headquarters.

The Logans sent a messenger around to tell us, but
when I reached the house they had guns crossed in
the front door to prevent any one passing in, and sen-
tinels to guard the entrance. The family were al-

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lowed to talk to you across the guns, and each mem-
ber came to tell me good-bye, weeping and in the
greatest distress at lea^^ng their beautiful home and
all they valued behind, to say nothing of the terrible
risk to Mrs. Logan and her daughter on such a day,
when both were in such critical health, but no appeal
could move the general, who, in the midst of all their
distress and confusion, was moving in and making
himself comfortable in their handsome double par-
lor, using the back one for his private parlor and the
front for his staff. These rooms the family had
deemed too handsome for their daily use and had a
sitting room across the hall.

General Milroy was a man of violent temper and
the least thing ruffled it; he was a rough, backwoods
western man, with a great shock of grey hair which
stood up like porcupine bristles, yet we heard he had
a soft side to his nature and we determined to try
and find it and save our home, if possible. So we
would invent all sorts of excuses to go to his office
and have an interview with him and manage to get
in a little pleasant conversation and studiously avoid-
ed saying anything that would ruffle his temper, and
we soon found we could wrap him around our fingers
by going at it in the right way.

Major Ben Butterworth, for many years in con-
gress, was his adjutant general and he often said.

EMMA CASSANDRA RIELY MACON 69

"You are the only Rebels who know how to manage
him; he curses the rest and drives them from his
presence but he never denies you all anything. ' ' One
remarkable instance of it was this, for I'm sure such
a thing did not occur during the war to any others
than ourselves. On returning from church one Sun-
day, I found a note from Mr. Eust, a private in the
6th Virginia Cavalry, saying his brother and himself
had been captured whilst spending the day with their
mother and were up at the jail ; he would be glad if I
would try and get to see him. As soon as dinner was
over, auntie and myself went to the provost marshal
to get a permit to go to the jail. He declined to give
it without the general's permission. I told him I
knew the general would issue the order but it was so
much farther to have to go to him. He still declined.
A Federal soldier stood there in Confederate uni-
form, a man I knew by sight, and a terror to the
citizens for he was the chief of what was known to
them as "Jessy's Scouts," spies dressed in our uni-
forms who went at intervals into our camps. They
were also detectives and were constantly getting the
citizens into trouble by going, at all hours of the
night, mysteriously tapping at their doors and repre-
senting themselves as our own men, drawing out un-
suspecting people only to land them in prison or have
them sent outside the town. So after the provost

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marshal declined a second time, he stepped forward
and said, "Write the order to admit them and I will
go along with them. ' '

Now I would rather never have seen my prisoner
friends and gladly have given up going, rather than
have my friends see me walking on the street with
Purdy, but I dared not say a word. When we got
out on the street it was too narrow for all three to
walk together so I fell back and he at once stepped
back with me. I stood it for a little while but pres-
ently pretended my shoe had come untied and re-
marked, "You allwalk on until I tie my shoe." As
he walked, he said to my aunt, ' ' That girl 's shoe isn't
untied; she don't want to be seen walking on the
street with me" (he had no doubt noticed my
nervous glances), "but come along, old lady, we don't
mind it, do we?" So I was very careful never to
catch up with them until we reached the jail. There
we had a half hour's pleasant conversation with the
Messrs. Eust in Purdy 's presence and we bade them
good-bye.

After getting home we concluded (by way of form)
we would go to Milroy's headquarters and ask him to
let these young men come to tea with us, a most au-
dacious liberty to talie even in asking such an absurd
thing. We found the general out riding and were
quite disappointed for we wanted to see how he would
look when we made such a remarkable request of him.

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So we returned home and put our heads together and
wrote him a most absurd letter in poetry, very ridicu-
lous in style, etc., tlie substance which was that we
were four forlorn maidens, hungry for the sight of a
beau, especially a Reb, even if they did bring on this
"devilish rebellion." This latter expression he al-
ways used whenever referring to the war, and we
would always laugh at him and tell him he ought not
to use such tigli/ irordt; about such a good cause.

We waited an hour wondering what sort of a reply
he would make to such audacity or if he would reply
at all; when a soldier was seen coming with an en-
velope. We had very curiouslj'^ mixed sensations of
fear and interest in the reply. It was addressed
' ' To the Rebels. ' ' On opening, it contained a written
penuission for tlie two prisoners, Messrs. Rust, to be
allowed to be absent from jail under guard until nine
o'clock. When the order reached the prisoners they
were dumbfounded at the privilege granted and were
profuse in their thanks to us. We spent a delightful
evening. Whilst we were at supper the guard sat at
a side table and ate his and enjoyed home fare quite
as much as the prisoners did. When we went up-
stairs we sat in the parlor and the guard in the hall.
Of course that furnished us with another excuse to
go to his office next day to thank him and tell him
many funny things that had ]iassed.

My sister Kate had been extremely ill with tj^jhoid

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fever the winter before, when Jackson encamped in
Winchester, and for many weeks her life was
despaired of. She was prayed for in all the churches
and twice we were called in to say farewell. Dr.
Hugh McGuire, our old family physician, and his now
famous son Hunter were unremitting in their atten-
tions. Hunter was medical director then on Stone-
wall Jackson's staff and continued so until Jackson's
death. Three and four times a day they came to
watch her and Hunter came every night between one
and two o'clock. Jackson was going to Romney and
Hunter asked permission to remain behind to watch
her case, but Jackson refused. He was not absent
long, however, and through their skill and the mercy
of God she was spared, to be, as she has since proved,
a blessing and comfort to her family and friends.

To me she has been more than a sister and to my
children a second mother and I want her good deeds
always to be fresh in their memory. To her children
and grandchildren who may in years to come be inter-
ested in reading these pages, I wish to say that a
more beautiful example of nobleness, generosity, and
unselfishness of character never descended to any
children than to hers, for, like our mother, her heart
and hands were always extended in love and sym-
pathy. Besides, I want them to know she was one
of the great beauties and belles of her day and had
innumerable offers of marriage.

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But to return to Milroy — Kate's illness had left
a blemish on the pupil of one eye. She was threat-
ened with l)lindness in tliat eye and auntie spent many
morning's i)lea(linK- with Milroy to allow her to go to
Baltimore to be treated by an oculist, but he was
immovable. One day she heard Mrs. Milroy had
arrived to make the general a visit. The next morn-
ing every one felt assured that the report was true,
for a strange looking, Godforsaken little urohin made
his ai)i)oaranc'e in front of iicachiuartors, dressed in a
homespun suit of decidedly homenuule cut. He was
about seven years of age. Little Clairbourne Green
(now Judge Green), living across the street, seeing
this queer looking boy of his own age, sallied forth
to make his acquaintance and api)roaching him, said,
"Wliat's your name?" "Ebenezer Milroy." "I
am Clairbourne Green; what you doing here?" "My
father's general and all these here soldiers belongs
to my father." Clairbourne said, "I don't care if
they do; I'll bet if you come out here in the street I
can lick you." Ebenezer declined and beat a hasty
retreat to the house.

Auntie waited a few days before urging her matters
again before the general, hoping she would catch a
glimpse of his wife. When she did go she was for-
tunate in finding her in his office. She was a western
woman, from the backwoods evidently. Her hair
was done up iu the most antiquated style, parted and

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plastered down on her face, making a sudden and
violent curve to bring it back behind the ear, and
ended in a little hard knot the size of a hickory nut.
Her figure was in keeping, modelled after a block of
wood, the same size all the way up, the darts of
her dress finding no obstruction in reaching her
shoulders. She had thin, comj^ressed lips, a sharp
aspect generally and a still shaiT^er voice.

Notwithstanding her appearance was so against
her, auntie decided she would make a master stroke
and try and move the general through her. She
began by telling the general she had come again to
see him about her niece's going to Baltimore and
hoped he had reconsidered the matter. She then
turned to Mrs. Milroy, hoping to secure her aid and
sympathy, and said, "Mrs. Milroy, suppose you had
a young, beautiful daughter [hard to imagine
though] just budding into womanhood and in danger
of becoming blind and you were to appeal to one of
our generals for permission to send her where it
could be averted and they were to refuse, wouldn't
you think it mighty hard?" After a while she re-
plied, in her nasal tone, "Yes, it's mighty hard, but
when the Union's at stake you have to be mighty
particular.^' Later, he consented to let her go and
she abused her privilege by allowing the Baltimore
people to persuade her to bring back letters and soft

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felt hats tied under her hoops and money secreted
about her person. When auntie went to Baltimore,
she brought back quinine and morphine sewed up in
the lining of her muff for hospital use.

Kate had been home a week and thought every-
thing quiet and safe for her to get out these letters
and try and get them through the lines. We never
knew whether the information was given them by a
servant or whether purely accidental, but the letters
had not been on the bed ten minutes before the Yan-
kees were in the room and had them in their hands.
They had come to search for them but found upon
entering the room so suddenly and unexpectedly they
were lying waiting for them, as it were. They
searched the house, however, hoping to find other
things but did not succeed. We took the letters to
the provost marshal. Captain Alexander. He turned
them over to the general. We sent, asking Captain
A. to come to the house for it was raining hard. Kate
explained to him how she came to bring the letters
and asked him what he thought Milroy would do. He
felt sure she would either be sent to prison or put
outside the lines and advised her to hurry around
and see him before he issued his order. She and
Bettie Myers hurried off in the rain and they found
him in a very bad humor with some one but at sight
of them he calmed down and after confessing her

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fault and telling him a plausible tale of the influences
brought to bear upon her, he gathered up all the let-
ters which he had read and threw them into the fire,
saying as he did so, "I will never trust you again.
Go home and behave yourself hereafter or you won 't
fare so well." If it had been any other family he
would have hustled them out so quick it would have
made their heads swim.

He had burned so many houses and done so many
high handed outrageous things that no one was aston-
ished at anj'thing he did. Finding, one Sunday after-
noon, that two families had been ordered out and
their homes taken for hospitals, aimtie hurried
around to see him and said, "General, I hope you are
not going to take the home of these oiphans." He
replied, "Madam, make yourself easy. I'll take
every house in this damned town before I'll take
yours." He afterwards told General Torbert we
were the only decent damned ' ' Secesh ' ' in the town.

The citizens could not get a particle of flour, meal,
or cow feed from the mills without a special written
permit from the general. We had a mill of our own
on our farm, two miles from town, but it might as well
have been forty miles for all the good it did us.
People were losing their cows from starvation, for
unless you caught him in a good humor, the cows,
and the people too, had to go hungry. One morning

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auntie said, "Emma, go down and ask Milroy to give
me a permit to send to the mill. Tell him the old cow
has eaten rosebushes until the thorns are sticking out
of her sides." I went down to deliver the message
verbatim. Wlien I asked Major Butterworth if I
could see the general, he said, ' ' Yes. There is a lady
in there now. ' ' I opened the door and upon a glance
took in the situation and modestly dropped into a
chair close by. The butcher's daughter, Miss Arnold,
who weighed about 250 pounds, was standing in the
floor with a large red plaid blanket shawl drawn tight-
ly around her. The general was pacing the floor in one
of his ugly, angry moods, making his remarks more
emphatic by an occasional oath and stamp of the foot;
pausing suddenly before her, in a menacing tone,
said, "You all brought on this devilish rebellion and
ought to be crushed and deserve to starve with the
cows." Miss Arnold, drawing her shawl tighter as
her temper rose and tossing her head in the air, with
a contemptuous sneer, said, "Well, General Milroy,
if you expect to crush this 'devilish rebellion' by
starving John Arnold's old cow, you can do it and be
drot," and with that she flounced out the door, slam-
ming it behind her.

The general turned to me like a lamb and said,
"Can I serve you?" I had too much tact to broach
the same subject just then, and thinking the old cow

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might survive one more day on rosebushes, I replied,
' ' Not this morning. I only dropped in to see Major
Butterworth a moment and thought I would come in
and ask after your health." After a few words I
left him and went in to tell Major B. the conversation
I had heard with Miss Arnold and that I was intim-
idated for the time being but would call again in the
morning.

Mrs. Dr. Baldwin went one morning to ask him to
send and have the soldiers taken out of her parlor;
that she had wakened that morning to find a company
quartered in her yard and they had taken possession
of her grounds and were cooking in her parlor, frying
meat and such things. The general was in a temper
and storming and raving generally, which ruffled her
temper decidedly, though outwardly she was calm.
He was seated with his feet resting on the mantle and
was swearing about the Eebels. Suddenly looking
at her fiercely he said, "Who brought on this devilish
rebellion anyhow?" She tripped up to his side and
said slowly, "John Brown." He sprang to his feet
and stamping the floor said, "Get out of here at
once," pointing to the door. "You need not order me
out for I had no idea or desire to remain longer in
your presence." It is needless to say the soldiers
were not removed.

We also knew Captain DeMott, quartermaster on

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Milxoy-^s-staff. He went to Baltimore the week be-
fore Milroy's army was captured at Winchester with
all its baggage and stores. These made our men
rich for months. On his return he came to our house
bringing some articles he had purchased for us. He
said, "Ladies, look out for me at church Sunday, but
you won't know me for I'm going to look killing fine.
I am so tired of soldiers' clothes I purchased an entire
outfit of citizens' clothes, a Prince Albert coat, Mar-
seilles vest, and a pair of light trousers, a new color
called crushed raspberry.^'

The fighting began on Saturday, about twelve
o'clock. The first intimation I had of it was when I
was on the street and saw the wounded being brought
in. "We had heard an occasional volley of musketry
but did not suppose it amounted to much. That night
the Yankees packed up everytliing and retired to the
fort behind the fortification, leaving the town as si-
lent as death, save an occasional regiment passing
back and forth to relieve the pickets. Of course, we
had no services the next day and Captain DeMott was
otherwise engaged.

The citizens, knowing we were on the eve of a
battle, remained beliind closed doors in breathless
anxiety and anticipation. The cannonading was go-
ing on at intervals all day and Milroy had discovered
that instead of its being only a cavalry skirmish, as

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he supposed at first, it was Ewell's corps. Sunday
afternoon, just before dark, the cannonading became
more continuous and I went up on Cemetery Hill back
of our house to see if I could get a good view of the
fort as the cannonading was in that direction. My
companion and myself secured a splendid position.
As the shells burst over the fortifications, we could
see the men inside by the light of the explosion and
could also see their great guns belch forth, sending
shells into our camps.

As we stood there, nearly in the dark, a regiment
of Yankees came suddenly upon us, double quicking
it back to the fort, and the soldiers cried out, ' ' Run
home, girls; get ready, the Rebs are coming," and
we, thinking they were right on their heels, did hurry
home, but they did not come that night. There was
little sleeping done by the people that night, not
knowing what the morrow was to bring forth.

The military court-martial, of which Colonel War-
ren Keifer was the judge advocate, held its session in
Mrs. Sherrard's dining room. Colonel K. was after-
wards speaker of the House of Representatives. Al-
though they had taken their rooms without their con-
sent, he was kind and considerate of them. Lizzie
Sherrard was taken ill with typhoid fever and he
frequently brought her delicacies she could not oth-
erwise obtain. He had recently been in charge of a

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flag of truce and had met the officers of the Maryland
Line, and they had spent hours pleasantly together.

On Saturday night, at midnight, after the town had
been evacuated, I was sitting up with my sick friend.
The town was as still as death. We could hear horses'
hoofs on the cobble stones a long way off, but when
they stopped in front of the house our hearts went
pit-a-pat, not knowing whether friend or foe. We
soon heard the knock and putting our heads out to
ask who it was, was told it was Colonel Keifer and
a friend who wished to speak to us at that unearthly
hour as they might not have another chance. We
dressed and went down and they told us the Eebs
would be here in the morning. He brought two bot-
tles of fine brandy, one for the sick sister, the other
to be given with his compliments to Major Goldsbor-
ough and Captain Emack, of the Maryland Line. He
said he would feel very anxious to hear about Miss
Lizzie and hoped she would soon recover, and bade
us good-bye. The Eebs had a grand jollification
when the brandy was delivered.

A month or sis weeks later, I had taken tea at the
Sherrard's and the young ladies and myself were
sitting out in front of the house with Dr. Wm. S.
Grymes and Dr. Morrison, and after awhile we no-
ticed a Confederate soldier standing leaning against
the house, evidently listening to the conversation,

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and we remarked upon it. When he saw he was ob-
served, he came forward and asked for something to
eat. Ann, being the housekeeper, took him in and
gave him his supper. When he liad finished and she
had put things away, she came out and said, "Wliere
is that man?" "He has gone." "I do believe he
is a spy. He asked so many curious questions. He
said, 'I believe we have some mutual friends and I
heard you had an ill sister some time ago. Has she
recovered? I have also heard of a Miss Riely ; is she
well and in town?' 'Yes, she is out with my sisters
now and the sister who was so ill has nearly recov-
ered, I'm glad to say. Who is our mutual friend?'
He had forgotten exactly who he had heard speak of
them in camp. He asked many other questions
which aroused my suspicions." ""Wliy didn't you
come at once and tell us for it 's too late now, he has
disappeared. ' '

In a few months the Union forces returned to Win-
chester again and General Keifer (as he now was)
came with them and called at the Sherrard's. He
asked them if they remembered giving sup})er to a
supposed Reb one night and his asking about the sick
sister, and Miss Riely? He was a spy to whom he
had described the house and told him to go there and
find out all about them. He produced a sheet out of
a diary written by the spy — four young ladies at

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the house, three Miss Sherrards, Miss Riely, two
soldiers, one called Dr. Giymes and the other Mor-
rison. Sister well, etc.

These friends were very clever and witty and the
most rabid Southerners and would fis?ht for the cause
as rigorously now as they did when the battles were
raging at their fiercest. For this reason General
Sheridan put them out and took possession of their
home.

Several years ago an army officer was sent to Win-
chester to make a map of the battlefields around
there. The Sherrards being in reduced circmn-
stances, took boarders and he boarded with them.
They often had heated arguments over the past, or
pleasant bantering. On one occasion he said, "Miss
Lizzie, I have a conundrum to ask you. AVliy was
the Southern Confederacy like a silk handkerchief?"
"T don't know, unless it was the finest thing going."
His answer was, "Becau.se one was a bandaTina and
the other a dambanner." She said she would like to
ask him one : ' ' Why was the Southern Confederacy
like Lazarus?" He gave it up. "Because it was
licked by dogs. ' ' He shut up after thatj

To return to Sunday night, when Milroy was ex-
pected to give battle the next morning behind his
fortifications. Mr. Macon's regiment, the 13th Vir-
ginia Infantry, of which he was adjutant, was de-

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tailed as skirmishers to lead the attack upon the fort
at daybreak and great was their relief when the time
came to find all but a few troops had stolen out in the
night and they had taken down the flag in token of
surrender. About three thousand of Milroy's men
were captured between Winchester and Martinsburg
with all the baggage and sutler's stores. Milroy
escaped.

Whenever the Union army wintered in W^inchester
the sutlers (army merchants) opened stores and kept
everytliing for sale. For days after the retreat you
could see Confederate soldiers going in every direc-
tion with ladies' dresses, ladies' and children's shoes,
and even hoopskirts tied on to their trappings.

The 13th Virginia regiment was left in Winchester
on provost duty to guard these immense stores they
had captured whilst Lee went into Maryland and
Pennsylvania. One evening a number of these offi-
cers were at our house and we had some refresh-
ments. I was standing by Mr. Macon, whom I had
only met a few days before, when he flourished out a
new handkerchief and I recognized DeMott's name.
I said, "How did you get that handkerchief!" He
said, "I captured his trunk and we divided out the
contents among us. That new broadcloth coat Col-
onel Terrell has on was in it. This Marseilles vest
I have on and those peculiar colored trousers Cap-

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tain Cullen has on were all in the same trunk." And
here before me were all the clothes Captain DeMott
expected to look so "killing fine in," all worn by Rebs
who were enjoying their good luck immensely. I
told them the story of Captain DeMott 's purchase.

The girls had a lovely time that summer with sev-
eral regiments left behind in charge of the town. Dr.
Wm. S. Grymes had charge of the hospitals and was
in love with one of my friends. "We had large
grounds to our home and in the summer time we took
our tea in the grounds where we had tables and seats
for that purpose. On two occasions during the war
our tea was interrupted suddenly by the whizzing
of bullets over our heads, cutting the leaves from off
the trees as they passed. We lost no time in making
our exit, but were always particular to carry our
plates with us before running, for food was not so
plentiful that we could afford to lose one meal.

Flour was four hundred dollars a barrel then but
in '64 and '65 it was as high as six hundred. People
used to have a basket to carry their money to market
in but it bought so little they could carry the pro-
visions home in their ])ocketbooks. Prices were per-
fectly ridiculous in those days for Confederate money
had so little real value. Mr. Macon bought a militaiy
coat for which he paid six hundred and fifty dollars.
A friend paid one hundred and fifty dollars for an

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alpaca skirt of very inferior quality and yet there
were many things you could not get at any price.

Several times during the war the supply of salt
gave out and people dug up the floors of their meat
houses where they had salted down for years their
pork, boiled the scrapings and strained them. Corn-
cobs were burned to make soda. Confederate can-
dles were unique things — a piece of candlewick vary-
ing from ten to twenty feet, dipped in a preparation
of tallow and wax melted together and allowed to
harden and then coiled around a stick eighteen inches
high which was nailed to a block of wood and one end
fastened about an inch above the stick and lighted.
Some made these wooden structures very ornamental,
in shape such as harjis and bows and arrows.

General Lee, on his return from Gettysburg, rested
only a little while in Winchester and then left us
alone and we had a very quiet fall with the exception
of Ramseur's engag-ement with Averill's cavalry in
which the former was defeated. Quite a number of
the Winchester ladies spent the night on the battle-
field ministering to the wounded. Miss Russell sat
and held the head of a dying soldier on the field all
night, and a beautiful poem was written upon the
incident and a painting was made by an artist.

When Milroy was in Winchester, Lizzie Sherrard
was quite ill, and when I was sitting up with her one

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night, she suddenly became much worse and it became
necessary to have the doctor at once. There was no
one to go for him but one of the sisters and myself.
The Yankee sentinels stood every two squares apart
throughout the town. We soon found she would die
if we did not get assistance, so we braced up and
started. We no sooner shut the front door than
the sentinel's voice rang out, and in the stillness it
sounded like thunder, "Halt! Who comes there?"
"Friends," replied two very tremulous voices. "Ad-
vance and give the countersign." We advanced and
told him our mission and he said we would have to
wait for the relief guard. We asked to be allowed to
go to the next sentinel who was in sight, for it was
fortunately bright moonlight. This he agreed to.
When in calling distance of the next, he cried, "Halt!
halt! Who comes there?" "Friends." "Advance
and give the countersign. ' ' We again told our story
but he refused to let us proceed, but kept us waiting
fully fifteen minutes for the relief guard, and when
they came, six in number, they escorted us with
bayonets glistening in the moonlight to Dr. Baldwin's
and after getting the doctor, escorted us back to the
house. So I can say now I have had military escort
twice in my life; first, on my arrival in Winchester
from Luray, and second, on this occasion. So it was
worth something to have lived during the war.

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( Apropos of military escorts, I must tell a funny-
circumstance in connection with military escorts and
my friend Jennie Sherrard. During the war a Con-
federate officer was buried in our town cemetery. Sev-
eral years after the war his friends wished to have
his remains removed to the Confederate cemetery in
Richmond where many of our distinguished dead are
buried. The relative wrote asking Miss Sherrard to
engage the undertaker who had buried him to remove
the remains and she to i>ay the bill and notify them
when ready by telegraphing to the Veteran Camp in
Richmond, which wished to reinter him with appro-
priate honors and ceremony. She went to see the
undertaker who professed to remember all about this
burial ; that he was dressed in a green coat, etc.

Having been a disting-uished officer, it was deemed
right and proper that a delegation of the Winchester
Veteran Camp should accompany the remains to
Richmond. They finally did this, and were met at
the station in Richmond with a most imposing mili-
tary pageant and bands playing the march for the
dead. On arriving at Holh-wood it was decided to
open the casket and take a last look at the famous
commander. On doing so, they were horrified to be-
hold an old, shriveled faced maiden lady with a black
cape around her shoulders. They telegraphed to
"Winchester, "You have made a mistake and sent us
a ivoman." Imagine my friend's feelings when shej

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received the telegram. Now, she couldn't imagine
who on earth it could be and in her agony of mind
she tore around town like some one wild, getting
the people all wrought up for fear it was some of
their dead. It proved to be Miss Sarah Spotts. The
people all die laughing even now, over the grand send-
off she gave poor old Miss Sarah and the amount of
travel, for in her lifetime she had never been beyond
the corporate limits. She had to be brought back and
a second trip made.

After Milroy was driven out and our troops were
established, the Shen-ards had a waggish sort of
fellow as their guest, Major Moses of South Carolina.
He was so comical looking that anything he said
sounded ridiculous ; to look at him was but to laugh.
One evening at the tea table at which were seated
fifteen or twenty, and it was hard to get them waited
on, he saw the tea and coffee which was passed up
one side and down the other finally stopped, and
none had come to him. Addressing the servant in
most injured tones, he said,

"You have passed around the coffee,
And you have passed around the tea;
So, Amelia, if they are all helped,
For God sake, pass a cup to me."

On another occasion Mrs. Sherrard remarked that
she had forgotten to tell Mr. Sherrard to send up a
barrel of flour and she did not have any for supper.

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He quickly replied, glancing at one of the girls who
used whitening on her face to excess, "Don't worry
about that. Miss Virginia has enough on her face now
to make a plate of biscuits."

That fall Kate Eiely received her appointment in
the Confederate Treasury Department. Mr. Jamison,
of South Carolina, who married a relative, had charge
of the Ladies' Bureau. Before going she made a
handsome addition to her wardrobe in the way of a
pui^jle calico dress, for which she paid eleven dollars
per yard. A calico dress in those days, prettily made
and neat fitting, was considered nice enough for even-
ing as well as morning wear. She came home the
next siunmer on a month's leave of absence, bringing
Miss Dickens with her.

General Early's Corps was in Winchester then.
Major Harry Gilmore, from Baltimore, was at our
house wounded, and was being nursed. His was an
independent command like Mosby's, composed of
Marylanders. He had been in love with Kate for
some time and when he heard she was to arrive that
day asked me to fix him up nicely, if I could, for he
wanted to make a good impression. He was badly
wounded through the lung and arm, but promised, in
return, to speak a good word for me to General
Lomex, who often came to see him. I fulfilled my
part of the contract but he failed in his for Lomex

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also fell in love with Kate, which did not set well with
either of us. He wished he had never heard of
Lomex, and so did I. But for all that, I wasn't a
wall flower by any means, and had as many beaux as
I could well handle at one time.

A very sad incident occurred about this time. One
Saturday night our parlor was full of soldiers, about
five to every girl, and among them was the Mr. Rust
whom Milroy had allowed, when a prisoner, to take
tea with us. He had been exchanged and returned
to his command. He had been in love with me for
some years but was painfully diffident and whenever
on the eve of declaring his devotion, which had oc-
curred several times, I always did or said something
to embarrass him and throw him off the track. This
evening he had tried hard to get an opportunity to
speak to me but there was always one or two ahead
of him. When the clock struck twelve, the hour for
all to leave, he came to me and said, "I came espe-
cially to see you this evening on a matter of great
moment to me but it is now midnight and I must leave
without having a word with you. Can I escort you
to church tomorrow morning?" I said, "Yes."
""Well, the army is resting quietly but we may be
ordered off in the morning. If I am not here when
the bell rings, don't wait for you will know I have
been detained. I have learned from one of the young

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ladies that you have just turned Colonel Goodwin
adrift and I greatly fear my time is coming next."
With that, we parted.

In the morning I waited until the bells stopped
ringing and started off for church alone; when I
reached Market street I saw an ambulance coming
and several soldiers riding behind it, and recognized
Mr. Singleton Eust. He came towards me at once
and said, "Miss Emma, I was just coming to see you
to bring the sad news. My cousin, with whom you
had the engagement, is a corjise in this ambulance,
killed twenty minutes ago. His regiment had a skirm-
ish this morning and he was the only man on our side
killed. ' ' I was so shocked I could scarcely wend my
way back home. This was only one of many sad and
distressing scenes that were constantly coming under
our observation.

Mr. David Conrad, of Martinsburg, West Virginia,
had only two sons, so bright and promising. They
marched into battle side by side and the same shell
killed both. Mrs. Burrows, of Orange county, had
five sons in the army, three of whom were killed the
same day near Richmond.

In September, whilst Kate and Miss Dickens were
enjoying their leave of absence. General Sheridan
began his attack upon Early at Winchester. It was
a day never to be forgotten by me. The fight began

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early in the morning and I was told some of the lines
of battle could be plainly seen from the top of the
cemetery fence, whither many citizens were hurry-
ing. The cemetery was only a short distance from
our home. I joined a party and climbed to the top
of the fence and seated myself on a post, where, with
the aid of Major Grilmore's fine field glass, I could
see the lines and sat watching until about ten o'clock,
when the bullets began to whiz uncomfortably near
and I thought I could see our men falling back.

On getting home I went in to tell Major Gilmore
what I had seen and he told me he had sent a courier
to ask General Early if it was necessary for him to
move as he did not want to be captured. Just then
the courier apjaeared, saying that General Early
said to remain where he was, there was no danger.
I stood talking, probably ten minutes longer, when I
heard a great noise in the street. I said, "Listen,
Major. What is all this. Let me go and see."
Hurrying to the front of the house, I saw the retreat
had begun and I ran back and told him the streets
were blocked with artillery wagons and men, and the
wounded were falling all along the pavement. He
said, "Miss Emma, please hand me my trousers
hanging there," and I hurried to the porch. How
he dressed with his arm in a sling I do not know, but
he was soon on the porch barefooted and in his shirt

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sleeves, bareheaded, also begging for a horse. For-
tunately, he was recognized by one of his own men,
who, seeing his feeble condition, helped him mount
his horse and ran by his side holding him on whilst
Gilmore held the reins in his teeth for he had to use
his good arm to support his wounded one.

Just as he left a poor, wounded fellow fell a few
feet from the steps, bleeding profusely from the aiTQ.
One of the girls ran and got a towel and tied it tight-
ly above the wound to stop the flow of blood, and he
moved on. An ambulance just then stopped at the
door with a young soldier we knew, wounded through
the arm and lungs. He had gone into the fight un-
necessarily as he was home on a furlough and his
command not in that part of Virginia. His gallantry
was so conspicuous that General Gordon called him
to him in the midst of battle, took his name and com-
mand and told him he should be promoted after the
battle. He was wounded a few moments later.
When he drove up to our house he begged us to take
him in quickly and nurse him for if sent to the hos-
pital with so many wounded he would die. He was
only nineteen years of age. We told hun we could
not take him ; that there would not be a man on the
place, and although we were seven females, we could
do little for him without the assistance of a male
nurse. He said he was growing weaker every mo-

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ment from the loss of blood and begged most piteous-
ly to be taken in. We were all so excited and dis-
tressed we were half crazy, for our cousin Kate
Sydnor was ill in the house at the time. We told
the driver to take him out, we would do the best we
could for him. He was taken out hurriedly and car-
ried in, the blood spouting out of his wounds in a
stream as thick as my finger. He begged us to try
and stop a surgeon as quickly as possible as he could
not hold out long. Miss Dickens took him in charge
and began to work on him to staunch the flow of blood
whilst the rest of us watched for a surgeon.

Presently one came riding along in the crowd, and
a perfect chorus of voices said, "Oh! are you a doc-
tor?" He reluctantly answered, "Yes." "Oh!
won't you come in and try and stop a soldier from
bleeding to death." "Yes, if you will watch my
horse." We all promised to do that. He dismount-
ed and went into the hall when suddenly his courage
seemed to forsake him and he said, "Indeed, ladies,
you will have to excuse me. I am afraid I will lose
my horse and be captured." He was none too soon,
for a soldier was in the act of mounting his horse
although we protested and told them the owner had
just gone inside for a moment. We did not know
who the surgeon was and were indignant at him for
leaving us so unceremoniously and abused him round-

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ly for deserting us in our helpless condition. "We
know him now, and it was Dr. Row, at present our
family physician, and when I told him the circum-
stances would appear in these pages he begged I
would not mention his name as he had always felt
ashamed of his conduct.

Now, you may care to know what became of this
young man. We hurried a messenger to the general
hospital in charge of an intimate friend. Dr. Love,
asking him to send a surgeon to our house at once.
He sent Dr. Dorsey, of Maryland, who made him
comfortable, and Miss Dickens constituted herself
his nurse and a faithful one she proved. He was
paroled the next day and finally made his escape two
months later. About every two weeks a party of
soldiers with a surgeon would go around to all the
private houses to examine the wounded to see when
they would be ready to send off to prison. For a
month before his escape he was well enough to sit up
and play cards with us and we would have a great
deal of fun. If the doorbell rang and any one looked
out and caught sight of a blue coat, such a hustling
into bed and groaning was never heard, and they
would decide as he was not sitting up yet to wait a
little longer. One day he announced his intention to
escape. We told him he could not do so from our
house as it would get us into trouble. So he left our

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house and went to the York hospital. He did not
report to Dr. Love but went into a ward with a friend
and after nightfall made his escape. When they
next came to our house we told them he had gone to
the hospital. When they asked Dr. Love for Mm
he said no such person had reported to him. He fell
in love with Miss Dickens and addressed her, but she
would not entertain his proposal.

To return to Early's retreat. The shells soon
came whizzing over the house and bursting in every
direction. All who were able to get there (servants
included) sought refuge on the basement steps but
poor Kate Sydnor and the wounded soldier were left
to the tender mercy of God. We felt very anxious
for fear she would die of fright, but consoled our-
selves with the thought if she did she would have
plenty of company for we were all on the verge of
death from the same disease. Soon the enemy came
dashing in from all quarters.

On the morning of the battle Sheridan had become
doubtful about pressing his fight, not knowing wheth-
er Early had been reinforced. He sent a spy into
Winchester to Miss Rebecca Wright, a former teacher
of mine, a Quakeress, but a staunch Union woman,
asking her to obtain the names of the divisions and
probable strength of each for him. This she did,
wrapped the information in writing in tinfoil, and

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the spy carried it back in his mouth. The battle was
fought and resulted in a victory for him. He after-
wards presented her with a handsome watch and
charm studded with diamonds and obtained for her
a lifelong position under the government.

They were scarcely in the town before the Union
men informed them that Colonel Harry Gilmore, the
guerilla, was at our house badly wounded. They
searched our house seven times by breakfast the next
morning. As his clothes were there they would not
be convinced he had gotten away.

That week our lives were made a burden to us.
A division of cavalry encamped between our house
and the cemetery and we had three outside doors to
the house, not including the kitchen doors. There
were seven females and only one poor wounded boy
in the house. We had no protection, and every night
the soldiers tried to force an entrance. We had no
near neighbors to call upon for assistance, for our
grounds covered the entire square, with the exception
of the Presbyterian church on the corner. For one
week we never dared undress at night for we were
in terror for fear they would effect an entrance, as
they tried the doors every night.

One evening just before lamps were lighted, Kate
and myself were seated on our porch, Kate occupying
the sill of the door, when a soldier stalked straight

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up on the iwrcli and attempted to step over her and
get into the hall. She pushed him back with all her
might, sprang inside, slamming the door, catching
the night latch, whilst I ran to the corner to see if
I could get assistance, calling to a neighbor who had
some soldiers boarding with her. Auntie and Bettie
Myers were on their way home when some neighbors
called and told them to hurrj^, some soldiers were
tr>"ing to get in our house. Two cavalry officers were
walking just in front of them and she apjjealed to
them for protection, and they came with her and
when told how we had suffered said they would send
us a guard at once.

Later, the guard was pacing his beat when ihe
heard a group of soldiers planning an attack upon
the house. He pounded upon the door vigorously
and upon being let in said he wanted to get out the
back way and run to camp for more men. In letting
the guard in, Dr. Love was also let in. He had just
come to look after the wounded boy. It was decided
he and myself should go to cavalry headquarters and
get an officer to come and sleep in the house. It
was then nearly nine o'clock. The colonel said he
would send another guard that night, but if further
molested, would send an officer each night to sleep
in the house. We brought an old man back with us
to find that the first one had never returned since

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Kate let him out the back door. He had evidently
heard more than he relished. We were preparing
to lie down without undressing, as usual, when there
was a furious pounding on the door. It was the old
man, who said if we would let him stay in the hall, he
would guard us, but would not stay outside for he
could hear men talking all around the house. What
were we to do? If we brought him inside, we were
all as much afraid of him as if he were a dog, and if
we left him outside, he would go off and leave us.
We decided it best to bring him in, and Evelyn was
sent to make friends with him. She gave him some
cake and he gave her some hard tack. He had a little
girl at home. All sleep was banished from our eyes
that night, with an armed sentinel at our doors
locked in.

For several days Captain Fitzgerald stayed in the
house ; then a Major Stave was sent. He was aroused
one night by the soldiers trying to force the door.
He sprang up, demanded their business, and fired off
his pistol, and they never molested us any more, for
they knew then that there was a man in the house.

We felt we could not ask them to come continuous-
ly. Besides, they were liable to be ordered off any
moment and a new set to take their places. So my
uncle, Mr. Brent, and Mr. Philip Williams advised
us by all means to take some officers to board with

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us, so as to insure protection. An officer had asked
my aunt about ten days before (when she went down
to take some food to the prisoners) if she could tell
him where he could get board with a private family.
There was no hotel, all having been taken for hos-
pitals. There were at that time ten thousand wound-
ed of both sides in the town. She had told him she
did not know of any one taking boarders, but when
advised to take some herself for protection, she went
to the commandant and asked him if he could tell her
the name of the officer in charge of the prisoners.
He told her it was Captain, afterwards Colonel Archi-
bald A. Hopkins, son of the Eeverend Mark Hopkins,
of Williams College, and he was only too glad to
come. He brought with him Colonel Mason Whiting
Tyler, son of the Reverend Mr. Tyler, president of
Amherst College, and Captain Robinson.

They were all men of great culture and refinement
as well as the best social standing at home. They
wrote home that they were boarding with some of the
most noted Rebels in the place and when their replies
came, they read portions to us advising them to leave
at once or they would be poisoned, for they would be
miserable until they left, and had spent sleepless
nights ever since they heard it.

Colonel Tyler was our provost marshal and all citi-
zens had to go to him for any privilege they wished

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granted or to be relieved from any annoyance or
depredation, but rather than go to his office and en-
counter such a military crowd, they would gather in
numbers at our house at meal time, to make known
their requests.

Some daysi the crowd would be so great that one
would imagine an auction of rare bric-a-brac was on.
Not keeping any stationery, pen, or ink at the house
for this purpose. Colonel Tyler would invariably call
on aimtie for such articles, just as she was most en-
gaged with preparations for meals, but she could not
see the people in distress turned away for want of
paper and ink upon which to enter the necessary per-
mit, so she kept on furnishing, but it grew quite
monotonous and one day, exasperating.

She came into the dining room, with a very flur-
ried air, and thinking that she was alone with me,
began to let off steam by saying, "Emma, for mercy
sake, go and get Captain Tyler some paper and ink.
These nasty stinking Yankees nearly worry me to
death. I wish they were all dead." A vigorous
clearing of the throat by Colonel Hopkins, who was
seated in the shadow if the heavy red curtains,
startled her almost into a scream, and in a most em-
barrassed way she said, "Oh, I mean these good-for-
nothing citizens." He laughed heartily, for it was
so perfectly apparent she was caught and scared to
death.

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Kate and Fannie Dickens were in a deplorable
condition. They had been paroled by Sheridan, as
it soon became known they were Confederate govern-
ment employees. They were afraid of losing their
positions by being absent ; besides, they had come only
for a month in smnmer time, leaving all their winter
apparel in Colmnbia, South Carolina, and it was now
November or December, I forget which, but very
cold, and they were really suffering for warm cloth-
ing. They sent around several times to beg Sheridan
to let them go out in our lines, but he always said,
"Not yet," biit jokingly remarked that he would have
the quartermaster furnish them clothing. One day,
by way of fun, they went to the quartermaster and
asked for blank requisitions and filled them out. One
wanted a becoming blue velvet bonnet and black silk
dress, velvet cape, etc. The other wanted black vel-
vet hat, silk dress, and fur cape. After filling them
out, they sent them to General Sheridan, who thought
it such a good joke he had it filed with the archives of
war. It was at last announced that they would be
sent out under a flag of truce the next day in charge
of Colonel Tyler.

Whenever there was a flag of truce sent out, all
citizens could write letters, leaving them unsealed, to
be read at headquarters before sending, so there was
little satisfaction in writing, for no matter how much
you were being tried or persecuted, you could not re-

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fer to it or your letter would not be sent. It was a
relief to let your friends know that you had not been
starved or burned out and were alive, if one cared to
avail himself of the opportunity.

Colonel Tyler had completely lost his heart with
Kate, and Captain Hopkins with me, as I long after-
wards learned from the latter. Neither, however,
dared give any sign of it to us, and seeing us only at
meal times, they prolonged the meal hour all they
could for conversation. Wlien Kate was going to
leave, Colonel Tyler thought he could not see her de-
part without giving her some idea of the state of his
mind and heart, and to beg that when the ' ' cruel war"
was over, she would permit his attentions, so he wrote
her a letter to that effect and sealing it, laid it with
the mail at headquarters, thinking through courtesy
to him as commandant of the town and in charge of
the flag of trace, it would pass unopened with his
official seal on it. He did not want Kate to know how
he felt until he parted with her. But, alas ! for him ;
his communication was read and withheld and turned
over to the general. On his return he was relieved
from command of the town and Captain Hopkins
put in his place. When the charges were preferred,
it was for writing to a rebel. He was most terribly
mortified and chagrined, for it was known by all the
officers. Kate was in blissful ignorance of it all until

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after the war closed. He is a lawyer in New York
now, and, with his wife and sons, has made Kate sev-
eral visits.

Afterward Colonel Hopkins laughed and told me
that he had learned a lesson from Tyler not to com-
mit his thoughts to paper, but I quickly dispelled his
hopes. He came one morning to say good-bye, as
they had been ordered out against Mosby. Whilst his
declaration was trembling on his lips, I replied most
cheerfully, "Well, good-bye, I hope he will capture
the last one of you." He thought that this did not
sound as though he were likely to strike a responsive
chord, so he left it unsaid.

Late one afternoon, a party of General Sheridan's
staff came and took possession of our second floor for
headquarters, four officers, four orderlies, and four
negroes. We did not have time to take up carpets or
remove anything of value, but they walked in our best
apartments and made themselves thoroughly at home.
Two weeks later they applied to my aunt for board
for the officers, as they were too far from mess head-
quarters. My aunt consented, thinking it best to try
to get some compensation for the wear and tear of our
things. In this way I became acquainted with all of
Sheridan's staff and many others distinguished in
history.

Amongst those on his staff was Colonel Lawrence

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Kip (son of Bishop Kip, of California), better known
now as president of the New York horse show, where
he displays his fine horses each year. All of them
were West Point graduates, many of whose class-
mates I knew well on our side, and they always de-
lighted in hearing about them. Colonel Kip was kind
in giving us his rations, which were a great help to
us. Each officer was entitled to draw as much as ten
days ' rations at a time, and they were worth having,
being equal in quantity and quality to almost a
month's in our army. Our poor soldiers were glad
to get enough com bread and meat, and frequently
had one without the other, but sometimes received
coffee and sugar, with flour, whilst the Yankees had
sugar, coffee, tea, flour, molasses, meat, beans, dried
fruits, and condensed vegetables for soups.

Captain Moore, grandson of old Bishop Moore, of
Virginia, was on General Dwight's staff, who had his
headquarters at Miss Barton's, near Winchester.
They all became very much interested in her fine or-
phaned grandchildren, children of Col. Thomas Mar-
shall, who had been killed in battle. These officers
became quite fond of these children and at Christmas
had a tree for them. They also took great interest in
my sister, Evelyn, who was also an orphan, so when
Christmas came they asked Mrs. Barton to send for
EveljTi, which she did. The next morning, besides the

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small things, such as candies, cakes, and fruits, there
was a suit of clothes each for the boys and a dress
and pair of shoes each for the girls, and they were
made very happy.

Christmas morning a servant rang the bell, handed
in a bundle, and disapi)eared. It was addressed to
Miss Emma Riely, and contained a handsome dress
skirt, pair of kid gloves, and shoes. I always sus-
pected Colonel Kip, but did not wish to know posi-
tively.

I fared well, though, through Evelyn. They
brought her five and ten pounds of candy frequently
and always charged her particularly to divide with
her sister. They were afraid to offer it to me out-
right for fear I would decline to receive it. I de-
veloped into a first class rogue whilst they were in
the house, but I comforted myself with the feeling
that "the end justified the means."

These officers kept a chest in their room filled with
nice things, besides a barrel of ale in the cellar. They
had a keg of brandy, lemons, sugar, crackers, etc., in
this chest. I had charge of a ward of wounded Con-
federates at one of the hospitals, and those poor half-
starved fellows needed stimulating, and I had it in
my power to help them. These soldiers, our enemiess
were destroying all we had for miles around, so I
availed myself of my only means of retaliation.

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When they would go to headquarters I would put
down the night latch to back and front doors and pro-
ceed to forage for my ward. A pint of brandy,
enough sugar and lemons to make it palatable, some
crackers, cigars, or anything I saw lying around loose,
together with several bottles of ale, satisfied me for
each night, and the poor suffering Rebs looked anx-
iously each day for my coming, and complimented me
highly upon my success, as well as the quality. I felt
like a culprit one morning when I heard them talk-
ing and saying to each other that one of the men or
all must be dishonest, for they had only had that keg
of brandy filled a short time before, and it was empty
already.

Before the war our rooms were heated by La-
trobe stoves and registers, but not being able to get
proper fuel for them, we had to substitute wood
stoves in their places. Our parlor had been closed all
winter, but one night Dr. Love, Confederate surgeon
in charge of our wounded, wrote me he wanted to call,
and said, "Can't we sit in the parlor this evening?"
So I fixed eveiything so as to make a fire quickly, if
needed, after he came. I started the fire as soon as
he came. We were sitting there talking in a subdued
tone to prevent the officers overhead from knowing
any one was below, for our surgeons were not al-
lowed to be out after eight o'clock and he had flanked

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the sentinels to get to our house. Suddenly I heard the
windows fly up on both sides of the house, and soon
they came tumbling down the steps. I sprang to the
door and turned the key just as they turned the knob.
Finding it locked, they rushed to the sitting room
opposite, and I heard them say to my aunt, "The
house is on fire. We were sitting there when we found
the room filled with smoke and we hoisted the win-
dows, but we find the smoke still pouring out of the
register which has something tacked over it. Come
quickly with us and let us investigate before too late. ' '
Pointing to the parlor door, they said, "Give us the
key and let us look in there." She said, "It can't be
in there, for there has been no fire there this winter.
Let's go to the basement." Whilst they were look-
ing, their windows were up and the doctor and myself
often laugh now at how we worked to put that fire out
for we knew it was the cause of all the excitement and
we were warm enough after our work without fire.
After going over the house and seeing nothing to in-
dicate fire, they returned to their room to find all the
smoke gone, and they soon quieted down.

About that time Colonel Harry Gilmore, having re-
covered from his wounds, had returned to his com-
mand and had been captured whilst asleep in a house.
He was brought to Winchester and put in irons. He
sent me word to come and see him and bring his

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Masonic badge, which he had given me to take care
of when at our house recovering from his wound.
His clothes were also at our house, for, if you re-
member, he escaped the day of the battle barefooted
and in his shirt sleeves. I went to Colonel Parsons,
the provost marshal, who told me he was in irons and
no one could see him. I then went to General Sheri-
dan's headquarters. I asked for Colonel Kip and
told him my mission and asked him to say to the gen-
eral I would like an interview with him. The general
said he was busily engaged, and as Colonel Gilmore
was not an ordinary prisoner I could not see him, but
if I would send the badge to him, he would see that he
received it, as he was also a Mason. The giiard that
went with him to Fort Warren came to tell me that
Colonel Gilmore sent many thanks for my prompt-
ness and that the badge had been of great value to
him.

Now, I have tried to tell you impartially of their
kindnesses in many ways to us as individuals, but my
pen fails me when I attempt to recall and picture the
many disagreeable, contemptible acts committed
under General Sheridan's orders, under the name of
war measures. I knew him personally from an
observation of nearly seven months' duration, and
although history records him as a great military man,
in some respects he was a low vulgarian. But the

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proof of this assertion is not for these pages. It
makes my cheeks fairly bum now when I remember
going there one morning on business. I wore my hair
curled and caught up in a bunch with a comb at the
back of my head. Coming up to me in a most famil-
iar way he took hold of one of my curls ; toying with
it, he said, "If you give me this I will send you a
bridal present when you marry." Having captured
several of Mr. Macon's letters, he was well posted
about matters.

He devastated the whole country, far and wide, and
in his report gloried over the fact, for he wrote, "I
have destroyed a thousand bams filled with wheat,
hay, and farming utensils. Have driven in front of
the army four thousand cattle and have killed not less
than three thousand sheep. So entire has been the
destruction that a crow flying across the Valley must
carry his rations." All that was left was destroyed
by fire and the poor, suffering people were left in
despair.

Miss Lucy Page, from Clarke county, drove up one
morning in her handsome carriage and five horses to
see Sheridan about some depredations committed by
his men. She not only did not gain her point, but her
horses were taken from her and her carriage chopped
up with axes and she had to remain until she could
get some one to take her home.

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My friends, the Slierrards and Lees, were sent into
our lines and their houses taken possession of. The
offence of the latter was this. One of our town girls
living opposite Mrs. Lee married a Federal surgeon.
Some one asked Mrs. Lee if the bride had left. She
replied, "I suppose so. I saw an ox team standing
in front of the door, which was plenty good enough to
cany off any Southern girl who would marry a Yan-
kee." One of the servants repeated it to Sheridan,
and they were sent out in a hurry.

Before sending Kate out they laid a trap for her
into which she came very near falling. About nine
o'clock one night our attention was arrested by a
gentle tapping at the door and it was repeated sev-
eral times before it could be definitely located. Upon
finding it was the front door, it seemed more myste-
rious, for everyone used the bell. Upon inquiring
who was there a voice in a whisper said, "Friend."
Thinking it was one of our men in as a spy, we opened
the door and a burly negro man dressed in full blue
uniform, heavy blue overcoat on, stepped inside and
said in a confidential whisper, "Is this where Miss
Kate Eiely lives?" "Yes." He quickly shut the
door behind him and said he wanted to see her pri-
vately. She was afraid to go, but we told her we
would stand in listening distance. He told her (after
asking if any one could hear) he had just run the

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blockade and had some mail for the citizens and
wanted to know to whom it would be safe to deliver
them and amongst them a very important letter for
her and that he would call for the answer the next
night as he was going back. The party had charged
him not to return without her reply. The letter con-
tained much of interest about friends, but asked her
to get certain infonuation for them, as it was im-
portant and this was a safe chance, etc.

The question of answering was discussed amongst
us and I think she did write an answer next day, but
late in the evening we doubted the propriety of run-
ning the risk for fear the negro might be captured,
wliich would ]nit her in prison, when she was so eager
and anxious to get back South. Although willing, nay
anxious as she was to help our cause in any way by
giving the information, her better judgment told her
the risk to her was too great. Accordingly, at the ap-
pointed time at night the negro called, tapping gently
on the door as before, and when admitted, she told
him to tell the party she was veiy soriy, but she could
not write, as she was under parole, and besides, it was
too great a risk everj^ way, explaining carefully
everything to him so that he could repeat it. He was
bitterly disappointed and urged with the greatest per-
sistence that she should still write. He would wait
until she did, or if she could not do it just then, he

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would wait until the next night, or if she would write
right away, it would make no difference about the
lateness of the hour for him, the later the better, and
to feel no fear of capture, for he was in the habit of
flanking the pickets and had never been caught, and
he had promised so faithfully he would not return
without it. To all of his importunities, she fortunate-
ly said "No." She was afraid. He left, showing
great dissatisfaction.

About two weeks later, the door bell rang and a
Lieutenant French wished to see Miss Kate Eiely.
When she went in, he told her he came as a friend to
tell her something, if she would promise never to di-
vulge it, which she did. He asked if she remembered
a negro man bringing her a letter a short time before
which he urged her to answer. He said that that was
a decoy letter, planned by General Sheridan to trap
her. That man was never in the Confederacy. "I
am an expert copyist," he said, "and was given the
original letter to imitate the handwriting, and all
those questions about information were added by me
but dictated by the general. I was glad you were
smart enough not to fall into the trap and I came to
warn you against another." She thanked him pro-
fusely for his kind interest in coming. Now this was
only one of the many ways people were tempted by
them, only to suffer thereby. I suffered temptations

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in another line after Kate was sent out under flag of
truce. I have often thought I deserved great credit
and showed some strength of character in resisting
as I did.

Gold lace and brass buttons are attractive wher-
ever seen or by whom worn, but when worn by West
Point graduates, with all their culture and polish of
manner, even more so. Added to this were their splen-
did turnouts, drags, sleighs with elegant buffalo robes
for snow. Our street was the fashionable drive. I
used to sit at the window and look with longing eyes
at them, and they with equally longing eyes at me, as
they dashed by time and again in the afternoons.
Having these ofiBcers in the house, they rarely missed
a meal without some invited guests, and in that way I
knew a great many and they were all anxious to show
me some attention if I would have permitted it. It
was ofttimes hard to resist and required all the loy-
alty I could bring to bear to do so. The fact of their
being eager to cultivate me was from no especial at-
traction of my own, but in times of war, when soldiers
are separated from their homes and seldom come in
contact with females, particularly those who were
enemies, any ivoman they come in contact with would
seem especially attractive.

Captain Allen, grandson of Commodore Vander-
bilt, watched his opportunity one morning when my

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aunt was out to implore me to marry him. He said
that he was going to attend his grandfather's golden
wedding the next month, and if I would marry him
just before starting, he said he would resign and go
abroad. I declined and begged him never to mention
the subject to me again. Another wrote and asked
me if he could see me close at four P. M. I wrote on
the back of his own note, "Miss Riely does not re-
ceive Yankees. ' '

Colonel Kip had the handsomest tandem team
among them. One afternoon, he had them harnessed
to his lovely sleigh, lined with velvet and elegant
robes. He rang the bell and asked to see me for a
moment. When I went out, he begged and implored
me to get in and take a drive with him. When I de-
clined, he said, "You may put on double veils and I
will take you out the back way and it is so late we
will not meet any one, and no one will ever know you
have been out. I am particularly anxious that you
shall go this one time, and if you desire, I will not
ask you again. Put on your veil and come." I said,
"Impossible, Colonel. My conscience would be be-
hind that veil. ' ' So you can understand how I, a girl
of only seventeen, was tempted, and what a severe
test it was to my loyalty and devotion to my country
to be able to resist my enemies when I might have
enjoyed so many privileges dear to a young girl's
heart.

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That winter Winchester had been in a dormant
state socially. A kind of Rip Van Winkle sleep had
fallen upon the people. All were apparently absorbed
with their own cares and i^overty, especially the lat-
ter, and had given up everything like sociability. Par-
lors had long since fallen into disuse, for entertain-
ing was a thing of the past. Even church societies,
the great gossip centers, had been abandoned. One
day a lady arrived from the Confederacy, bringing
several cheap war times recipes. Chief among them
was a cake recipe, requiring only one egg and one cup
of sugar to make a cake as big as a half bushel, the
principal ingredients being buttermilk and soda.
Well, from the time that recijie struck the town, it
was as thoroughly aroused as if by an electric shock.
Parlor blinds were thrown open and eveiy household
was bustling with activity. Ladies with their heads
tied up could be seen rushing to and fro. Little nig-
gers were seen running to the neighbors to borrow
their best broom, for even they were fearfully scarce
then and no one wanted to borrow a dust rag, for they
possessed nothing else, their wardrobes being com-
prised of little else. Invitations were soon flying and
tearing around town in every direction. Friends al-
most came to blows in their wild anxiety to have pre-
cedence in entertaining, for fear even the poor half
starved Confederate hens would get on the contra-
band list and the egg crop be cut short. I had so

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many invitations that my ingenuity was sorely taxed
to get up costumes, especially a variety, as I had only
one good dress and was envied by some friends who
did not possess even that. I would appear one night
with a choking collar and basque, the next with the
basque tails put inside, and a belt. Third, I would-
make a "V" neck by ripping off the collar; fourth,
out would come the sleeves and then I would repeat
each style in succession.

On and on went the gayety until I began to fear
I would not have as much as a dress to appear in, as,
it began to give evidence of the heavy tax upon it.
But fortunately for me, as well as others, when we
had all about given out and the people generally were
broken down with the hilarity and indigestion over
the dry cake, the molasses pie, hearing of what a
daisy time the cahe was having, determined to make
its appearance and give the people a long needed
rest, which it succeeded in doing most effectually, for
from the time it struck the town it was laid out and
Lent was decidedly in advance that year and doc-
tors did a thriving business for awhile.

The molasses pie recipe, whose chief recommenda-
tion, like the cake, was cheapness, was as eagerly
sought out as that for the cake. These pies were
nothing but molasses or sorghum and lemons stewed
together and baked in pastry. So easily made that

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only three minutes were required to prepare them, so
the recipe said. I suppose the lemons were intend-
ed to insure a rapid fermentation of the molasses.

My aunt immediately issued invitations for a din-
ner party, as she had a friend staying with her who
expected to leave next day. The three-minute pies,
as we always afterward called them, were eaten and
complimented by the guests, and my aunt was feeling
quite happy over being the possessor of such an eco-
nomical recipe, but, alas ! in three minutes time, the
family was laid out with cholera, and the doctor had
hard work to save us.

The stage coach drove up next morning for our
guest who was to have been a passenger, and she sent
the driver word that he came mighty near having a
corpse to carry instead and to tell her friends that
she hoped to see them later, if she lived, but to mob
any woman who started molasses pies in their neigh-
borhood.

Fully two-thirds of the people in town were laid out
to a greater or less degree, and the doctors had a
hai-vest for awhile. The stage driver was a noted
character in the town, a negro, and known to every-
one by the euphonious name of "Shug Evans." I
suppose it was an abbreviation for sugar, though
whatever suggested it to his mother, I am at a loss to
know. On hearing that his passenger could not go on

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account of illness, he said, "Dar now, what is de use
of my g-wine all de way up de valley jest to tote dis
mail, I had dun engaged to take three ladies and every
lass one of them down wid dem pies. Miss Emily, if
you got any of dem left, for God sake, give me a piece
and let me taste 'em and see what ale dem for some-
thing is de matter wid dem shore. ' ' My aunt replied,
"Oh no, Shug, I can't give you any, for I do not wish
to discontinue the mail."

When General Sheridan wintered in Winchester
the wives of all the officers of higher and lesser rank
spent the winter with them. On Sundays, our church
(the Episcopal) was the scene of many brilliant con-
gregations, with hundreds of officers in full unifoim —
officers whose names are now handed down in history.
I recall one Sunday in the early spring when eveiy-
body seemed to have turned out to attend services,
for the church was crowded. The Eev. Thompson
Marny was our pastor then and positively refused to
use the prayer for the "President of the United
States and all others in authority." He was twice
arrested and threatened with prison, but refused to
yield, but agreed to omit the prayer. When the
United States army was not there he said Presi-
dent of the Confederate States. This particular Sun-
day there were present General Sheridan and staff —
Custer, Torbert, Hays, Dwight, Emery, Fessenden,

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and many others I cannot recall — with their respec-
tive staffs abounding in gold lace, brass buttons,
epaulets, etc., the wives of those married accompany-
ing them. Besides there were hundreds of regimental
and company officers, making the congregation one
grand military spectacle. In the midst of the sermon
a courier marched up the aisle, handed General Sheri-
dan a dispatch which he opened and read, whispered
something to the bearer, nodded to Custer and sev-
eral others, and the whole military part of the con-
gregation rose en masse and left the church. Some
unexpected activity in our camp had caused the
alarm. Mr. Marny might just as well have closed the
services, for no one listened to him or heard a word
he said, but all sat wondering what would happen
next.

As spring approached the campaign was mapped
out for what proved to be our last struggle for inde-
pendence, for our aiTuy was depleted in numbers
and resources and in no plight to confront our ene-
mies who had unlimited resources and were thorough-
ly equipped in every respect. Sheridan had been
months getting his army in thorough order — drill-
ing and inspection had been going on daily for
months, and his army was in magnificent trim when
they started for Petersburg. I witnessed one of the
grandest spectacles that can be imagined as they were

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leaving — 20,000 cavalry passing our house four
abreast, thoroughly equipped in every detail. Their
horses, having been in winter quarters so long, had
been fed high and curried and rubbed until their coats
shone like satin. Each man had a new saddle, bridle,
and red blanket, and all their accoutrements such as
swords, belts, etc., shone like gold. It was a grand
sight, requiring hours in passing.

Colonel Kip and Colonel Gillespie came to say
"good-bye," aiid«-told me the war would soon be over,
but I did not believe them. Colonel Kip asked if I
would send him my card as soon as peace was de-
clared in token of my willingness to receive his at-
tentions. The next day the express drove up with a
package from New York, an immense pjTamid cake,
with Colonel Gillespie's card, hoping I would accept
it as a parting gift. I immediately sewed it up in
several cloths to exclude the air and keep it fresh to
feed my Reb friends on when they came back victo-
rious, but the only ones who ever tasted it were those
poor, starved fellows who came back after the sur-
render.

General Hancock now assumed command in Sheri-
dan's place, and a regiment of New York Zouaves
was on provost duty. Colonel Carr, commanding,
came to our house to protect us and to board, bring-
ing Captain Agnus and bride. He is now General

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Felix Agnus, of Baltimore. My aunt succeeded in en-
listing their sympathies bj^ constant reference to the
orphans she was raising and would apply to Colonel
Carr for help in all matters. Wlien the garden needed
work, or the carpets were to be shaken, grounds
cleaned, etc., she would go to him and he would send
the chain gang of red-legged Zouaves for hours to
put things in order. It was a novel sight to see fif-
teen or twenty bloomer-legged soldiers with fez caps
making the dirt fly in every direction, but my aunt
did not enjoy it. Later, after seeing we had a good
supply of garden tools, they came one morning to
demand ours to clean the public streets. The servant
had opened up the house early to air when a squad of
soldiers marched into our parlor (a novel place to
find garden tools) and the foreman, mistaking his
own image in the long min-or for the gentleman of the
house, began to demand the tools. He soon dis-
covered his mistake and the roar of laughter from
the squad at his expense aroused us all from our
sleep.

My aunt had been begging General Sheridan to
allow her to go to Baltimore, but he always refused.
She sent me one day to see what I could do with him.
He refused me also, saying the weather was too in-
clement, he could not think of allowing her to run
such a risk in changing her room. Several weeks

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later, a bright warm day in March, I was crossing the
street and I met General Sheridan. As he stepped
aside to allow me to pass, he remarked, "A perfectly
lovely day, Miss Riely." I replied, "Yes, just the
weather for Baltimore." He laughed heartily and
passed on. That afternoon he sent for me to come to
headquarters, and presenting me with the pass for
Baltimore, said, "You caught me so cleverly this
morning I can no longer refuse."

The spring campaign opened with a series of dis-
asters to our army and our poor, half starved, rag-
ged and broken down men surrendered at Appo-
matox, the details of which are too sad to relate, and
are still fresh in our memory. Many returned home
barefooted and hatless, broken down in health and
spirits, to begin life over again — property all de-
stroyed by one army or the other — slaves emanci-
pated and no money to hire labor with.

General Fitzhugh Lee, in his history of the life of
his uncle, General Robert E. Lee, very pathetically re-
lates the last hours at Appomattox, which I will in-
sert in these pages, as well as General Lee's farewell
address to his army. He says the formalities were
concluded between Generals Grant and Lee without
dramatic accessories, and then Lee's thoughts turned
to his hungry, starving veterans and to his prisoners.
He said to Grant, ' ' I have a thousand or more of your

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men whom we have required to march along with us
for days and I shall be glad to send them to your lines
as soon as can be arranged as I have no provisions
for them. My own men have been living on parched
corn for the last few days and we are badly in need
of rations and forage." The rations sent to the
Southern army had been captured. When Grant sug-
gested he would send twenty thousand rations the
latter told him it would be ample and assured him it
would be a great relief. The Confederate com-
mander then left and rode away to break the sad news
to the brave and faithful troops he had so long com-
manded. His presence in their midst was an exhi-
bition of their devotion to their commander. The
troops gathered in crowds around him, eagerly de-
siring to shake his hand. They had seen him when his
eye calmly surveyed miles of fiercely raging conflict,
had closely observed him when tranquil and com-
posed. Undisturbed, he had heard the wild shout of
victory rend the air. Now they saw their beloved
chieftain a prisoner of war, and sympathy, boundless
admiration and love for him filled their brave hearts.
They pressed up to him, anxious to touch his person
or even his horse, and copious tears washed from
strong men's cheeks the stain of powder. Slowly and
painfully, he turned to his soldiers and with voice
quivering with deep emotion, said, "Men, we have

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fought through the war together. I have done my
best for you. My heart is too full to say more." It
was a simple, but a most affecting scene.

On the next day he took formal leave of his army.
After doing so he lifted his hat in silence and rode
through a weeping army to his home in Richmond.

Lee's Faeewell Address

After four years of arduous ser\dce, marked by
unsurpassed courage and fortitude, the army of
Northern Virginia has been compelled to yield to
overwhelming numbers and resources. I need not tell
the survivors of so many hard fought battles who
have remained steadfast to the last, that I have con-
sented to this result from no distrust of them, but
feeling that valor and devotion could accomplish
nothing that would compensate for the loss that would
have attended the continuation of the contest, I have
determined to avoid the useless sacrifice of those
whose services have endeared them to their country-
men. You will take with you the satisfaction that
proceeds from the consciousness of duty faithfully
performed and I earnestly pray that a merciful God
will extend to you His blessing and protection. With
an unceasing admiration for your constancy and de-
votion to your country and a grateful remembrance
of your kind, generous consideration of myself, I bid
you an affectionate farewell. Robt. E. Lee.

Circumstances and Conditions in Winchester at
the time of the Surrender

We had all retired early on Sunday night, the 9th
of April, having no churches open at night, and we

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had only been asleep a very short time when we were
aroused by cannons booming and brass bands play-
ing at the different headquarters, making such a din
that we could scarcely recognize the tune of any one
of them. Hearing soldiers run by the house, we threw
up the windows and called to know what was the
matter. The reply was, "Hurrah for Grant. Lee's
surrendered." We all fell back on our pillows as if
shot and not a word was spoken, but sobs were
audible and a sad, sorrowful night we spent. Our
hearts went out to General Lee more than to any
other individual, for we well knew what he was suffer-
ing. All night long this din was kept up and we were
miserable, for we could hear nothing of the particu-
lars, as we were cut off from all communication.

That week General Hancock issued an order that
the whole town should be illuminated in honor of
Lee's surrender, and in order that there should be no
excuse, citizens not able to furnish their own light
would be supplied by the commissary. I shall always
regret that I lost the coj^y of the order left at our
house. Now for this order alone, I can never forgive
the democrats, many of whom were ex-Confederate
soldiers, for nominating and voting for him for
President years afterwards. Imagine a town full of
Southern people whose hearts were bleeding and torn
by the sad news that had so recently reached them,
the particulars of the last battles and the losses

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sustained all unknown, and fearing the worst
for their loved ones with Lee, being compelled by
military force to illuminate in token of their rejoicing
over our condition. It is needless to say we were all
wrought up to the highest degree. Groups of people
were seen in every direction discussing what was best
to be done and if they would dare to mob our houses
in event of our refusing to obey orders. Some vowed
they would die before they would do it. Others felt
they must, although it nearly broke their hearts.

Up to four o'clock in the afternoon, we were still
undecided and had made no effort to obtain candles
and oil. I concluded to go over to the Conrad's to see
what they were going to do. They lived opposite to
us on a hill, and with one other exception owned the
most conspicuous house and grounds in the town.
Mr. Conrad was a most determined, brave man
and a good person to consult with if at all weak in
your own resolutions. I foimd that he had gone to
General Hancock's headquarters on that very busi-
ness, to address him and make an appeal in behalf of
the citizens. So I waited to hear the result. After
some time he came, mopping the perspiration from
his brow, for he was greatly excited. He said that
after stating the case plainly to the general and mak-
ing no impression, he said, "Well, General Hancock,
you can destroy every member of my family and bum

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my house to the ground but illuminate, I will not."
He left and awaited the consequences. I said, "What
must I tell my aunt to do ? " " Tell her to close every
blind and go to bed without any light, for my house
shall be conspicuous for its total absence of light."
I told hhn that I would go over home and tell my aunt
and return there later, for I could watch our house
from there and I wanted to see the town when illumi-
nated, especially the different headquarters, which
were the largest and handsomest houses, and the
hotels, which were hospitals. All had been deco-
rated in the national colors, ready for the ilhunina-
tion. The McGuire home was near headquarters, but
Mrs. McGuire was not a timid woman and she had
closed her blinds and total darkness reigned.

The town presented a beautiful picture about 8 :30
P. M. Some of the headquarters were lovely; bands
were plaj'ing in every direction and cannons boom-
ing. Angry mobs were gathering around many
houses, but the most demonstrative one was at the
McGuire 's. Suddenly all lights were extinguished
and bands ceased. We could not imagine what was
the matter, but soon found that news had come flash-
ing over the wires that Abraham Lincoln had just
been assassinated in the theater in Washington.
Lights had been quickly extinguished and the still-
ness of death settled upon the town. The colors were

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quickly taken down and replaced by the emblems of
mourning. We felt it was a judgment sent upon them
for their disregard of our feelings, but later on we
learned to feel his death a national calamity, for
President Davis would never have suffered all the
indignities heaped upon him, Mrs. Surratt would
never have been hung in her innocency, and the work
of reconstruction would have been differently ad-
ministered, had he lived.

And here let me say a few words in justification of
President Davis, for whom Northern people have
little respect, and I am sorry to say, some in the South
are inclined to blame him for many misfortunes that
befell the South, and for the prolongation of the war;
but all fair-minded people will admit that had he at-
tempted to make any terms for peace other than a
recognition of our rights, he would have been con-
sidered a traitor and mobbed by his people. He was a
senator from Mississippi when the states began to
secede and was standing on the floor of the senate
pleading for the preservation of the Union when the
telegram came saying that his state had left the
Union. He reluctantly resigned his place in the sen-
ate and cast his fortunes with his state. The South,
to show its recognition of his great ability as a
statesman, chose him as its leader and elected him
President, which position he filled to the best of his

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ability under all the trying circumstances of the war.
He was, like Lee, a military man by education, a
graduate of West Point, and rendered distinguished
military services in Mexico. He was a thorough
Christian, who lived up to his profession. Even after
his capture, when he sat in chains, like a felon in a
prison cell at Fortress Monroe, and had been sub-
jected to all sorts of cruel indignities, he recognized
and exemplified that great living principle of charac-
ter and Christianity — forgiveness — and in reply to
a direct question from his pastor, was able to take the
Holy Communion with the assurance to his minister
that he was at peace with all mankind. He was a
great man, a typical Southern Christian gentleman,
and the South will never forget to do him honor. Not
only so, but the time will come when the North will
acknowledge that Fitz Lee, Robert E. Lee, and Jeffer-
son Davis and all the rest of them were not rebels and
traitors, but honest patriots, true to every American
principle and loyal to the land that gave them birth.
The Confederate soldiers now began to return to
their homes, and Kate returned, with many interest-
ing accounts of the flight of herself and Fanny Dick-
ens from Columbia, South Carolina, the headquarters
of the treasury department. She had lost her trunk
in the flight, and never expecting to see it again, she
entertained us with vivid accounts of the many valu-

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able costumes she had lost in this trunk and the very
heavy loss she had sustained. Nothing could console
her for the loss of her new $600 bonnet she had never
worn, and she never tired of describing its beauty. I
tried to console her by offering to make her one to
replace it and she finally consented but did not en-
thuse much over my production, for the memory of
her "lost beauty" was too fresh in her mind. We
had Baltimore styles then and the bonnets were little
three-cornered pieces that fitted in between the "rats,
mice and waterfalls," as the style of wearing the hair
was called. Any little scrap would make a bonnet.
The family grew weary of her lamentations over the
lost trunk and tried to console her by telling her she
ought to be thankful if she never recovered it, for it
had been expressed and the company was responsible
and she would get $100. She indignantly resented
the idea, when she had a six hundred dollar bonnet
for one thing in it, and that pui-ple calico dress for
which she had given eleven dollars for one yard. It
was preposterous — only one hundred dollars for all
it contained. Months afterwards the express drove
up with an old dilapidated, war-beaten Saratoga, tied
with a rope, and so empty (although it had never
been opened) that when it struck the pavement, it
sounded as hollow as the grave. As soon as it was
taken upstairs, black and white gathered around to

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see the valuable contents of this much talked of gold
mine. Everybody dived for the bonnet. I am so
sorry it was destroyed. There was enough ma-
terial to make six of the style being worn then. It
was a veritable flower garden of greenery, a bunch
of roses and vines of the sickliest hues you can
imagine. The whole crowd exclaimed, "Is this the
lovely bonnnet! I wouldn't we(ar it in the back
yard," and all roared with laughter, for Kate's dis-
gusted expression was scarcely less amusing than the
bonnet. Throwing it on the floor she gave it a kick,
saying, "How on earth did I ever imagine this thing
pretty!" When she had nearly demolished the bon-
net, she returned to the trunk and seizing the purple
calico in her anus, she said, "I would rather have
this than anything else, for I have caught more beaux
in it than most girls do in silks and satins."

One could imagine, now that the war was ended and
blood was no longer to be shed over the land, the
worst was over and all was plain sailing once more,
but new and serious complications now stared the
blighted Sunny South in the face. When we look
back, we stand aghast and wonder how we ever lived
to master them. /The Southern men returned to their
destitute homes broken down from four years of
arduous life and exposure, broken in health and
spirits; property, which consisted mainly in slaves,

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swept from them and their lands laid waste by either
one army or the other. Never having been reared to
work they were unfitted by education and four years
of hard service, to begin life anew, and they were
perfectly destitute of money. So one can scarce-
ly imagine a more pitiable aspect than the South pre-
sented in the spring of 1865 — men returning home
barefooted and bareheaded and ragged, to find their
families scarcely less destitute. I often wonder what
prevented a suicidal mania, such as is sweeping the
land today, from taking possession of the Southern
soldier. But the Southern men and women were not
made up of such material. They had sacrificed their
all for their country and independence, had never
shown cowardice on the battlefield and were resolved
now to conquer their memories, hunger and want
(which presented themselves on every side) , and with
the help of their wives and daughters they succeeded
until now the "New South" is the envy of the land.
In all their efforts they were assisted by an all wise
and merciful Providence "who doeth all things well"
and caused the war to cease just in time for the seed
time. Had the end come much later we could not
have raised any crops and winter coming on would
have found us even more destitute than we were, but
the end occurring just as it did, followed by a season-
able year, the yield was great and thanks to His

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goodness and mercy, winter found our condition more
hopeful and we were, as we always will be, a happy,
contented people.

I trust the coming generation will never experience
the many sad days of trial and suffering we passed
through in the South.

•o^

(Added since the Cuban War ended)

The contrast to me has been marked in the treat-
ment of the Spanish admiral and President Davis;
one given luxurious quarters and feasted and feted
on the best the land afforded, given the limits of the
city and treated as the guest of the land. The other,
a poor, delicate, frail man, was doomed to a felon's
cell, bound in chains, allowed a small space once a
day to exercise in whilst the crowd outside mocked
and jeered him in derision until it was a relief to him
to return to his bare cell where even reading and
writing matter was denied him. The comfort of an
occasional visit from his wife was also refused, and
yet be bore it without a murmur. He was fed upon
com bread and fat meat.

EEMINISCENCES OF THE CI^^L WAR

BY

REUBEN CONWAY MACON
Thirteenth Virginia Infantry
Stonewall Jackson's Corps

JiEUBEX ('(INWAY MaCON

REMINISCENCES

I left my home, Mt. Cliene, in Orange county, Vir-
ginia, on the 23d day of April, 1861, to join the
Confederate army, then stationed at Harper's Perry.
I took the cars at Gordonsville and could go only as
far as Manassas that day, remaining at Manassas
that night on board the cars with quite a number of
recruits who were going to join the companies that
had gone to Harper's Ferry from Orange.

These companies were three in number : the Mont-
pelier Guards under Captain Lewis B. Williams —
this company was afterwards known as Company A,
13th Virginia Infantry; second, Gordonsville Greys
under Captain William C. Scott, afterwards Company
C, 13th Virginia Infantry; third, Barboursville
Guards under Captain William S. Parron, afterwards
Company P, 13th Virginia Infantry. These com-
panies had left Orange on the 17th day of April,
1861, the day Virginia seceded from the Union. I
did not go then as I was not a member of any of
these companies but followed on sis days later. The
next morning after reaching Manassas, we took the
train for Strasburg where we arrived at twelve
o'clock (noon).

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A number of farm wagons were there to convey us
to Winchester, eighteen miles distant, reaching there
about dark. Here accommodations had been made
for troops passing through, in a large warehouse
where we spent the night. The next morning we took
the cars for Harper's Ferry, where we arrived about
noon. I joined the " Barboursville Guards" as that
company was made up of men from my immediate
neighborhood.

I found the company quartered in one of the work
shops of the army, anything but comfortable or desir-
able as quarters, for the room was filled with machin-
ery and there was not an inch of space on the floor or
benches but what was saturated with oil, so in spite
of all the caution we could exercise, our new uniforms
and blankets soon became very much defaced.

The uniforms were very perishable, being gray
pants and red jackets with white belts and cross
straps. The troops were hurried from home with
only about four hours' notice, and it is amusing now
to recall how they were armed. The best arms of the
company were flint lock muskets changed to percus-
sion. There were some thirty of these in good order,
then came a lot without bayonets and others without
locks and still others without ramrods and not a cap
or cartridge in the company. I believe that just
before reaching Harjier's Ferry there was issued
three rounds of ammunition to each man. Notwith-

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standing their poor equipments, had the enemy ap-
peared, I am quite sure that after their ammunition
had become exliausted, they would have used their
bayonets.

Drilling now was the order of the day; an hour
before breakfast, another hour as soon as the meal
was over, and so on until about six or eight hours a
day were consumed in that way. I remember the day
after I enlisted, the company was formed for drill
and I was ordered to fall in with the rest of the men.
Never having been instructed, of course I knew noth-
ing of the manual of arms or the facings, which the
captain saw at once and ordered Lieutenant Wood
to take me out of the company and take me through
the manual and facings. Of course, it was a matter
of mortification with me to see so many men who were
inferior to me in education, social position, and every
other respect, going through movements that I could
not, so I determined to learn as quickly as possible.

While Lieutenant Wood was instructing me he
laughed, and when we stopped, I asked what he was
laughing at. He said, "I could not help being amused
to see what strict attention you were paying and how
rapidly you were learning." After an hour or two
he took me back to the company and told the captain
he thought he could put me in the company and this
was the only separate instruction I ever had.

We remained at Harper's Ferry several weeks

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when Major Jackson, afterward known as the famous
"Stonewall" Jackson, was assigned to the command
of the troops there. He commenced at once to organ-
ize the troops into regiments. The three Orange com-
panies — one from Louisa county, two from Culpep-
per county, two from Hampshire county (now West
Virginia), one from Winchester, and one from Balti-
more, Maryland, composed the 13th Virginia Infan-
try. The regimental officers were A. P. Hill, colonel ;
James A. Walker, lieutenant-colonel, and J. B. Ter-
rell, major. We now commenced battle drill and
dress parade four times per day.

Some time the last of May there was an alarm that
the enemy was approaching by way of Shepherds-
town. I remember well it was a beautiful evening
and the troops were ordered to meet them, the 13th
Virginia in advance. We had only gotten a short
distance when the clouds began to gather and very
soon there came on the most terrific hail storm I ever
experienced in my life. It seemed as though heaven
was expending its wrath upon us and that we would
all perish. Many thought the end of the world was
at hand. Among others. Judge John W. Bell, of
Culpepper (who was a private in the ranks), prayed
most fervently that the Lord would spare us and by
the time his prayer was finished, the sun came out as
suddenly as it had commenced to hail. The judge

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rose, shook himself, and striking his long beard, said,
* ' Boys, wasn 't that the damnedest hail storm you ever
saw?" Nor were our troubles over, for the tremen-
dous fall of hail soon melted into water which flowed
in every direction, and I can say, without exaggera-
tion, that we marched for several miles in mud and
water in many places up to our waists.

We reached Shepherdstown after dark, cold and
wet to the skin, and covered with mud from head to
foot. The good citizens made arrangements to get us
all under shelter and many were furnished with de-
lightful suppers, but upon this occasion my good luck
forsook me for I did not get a mouthful. I remember
my good friend and cousin, Conway Newman, and
several others of the company with myself, were
shown to a room where there was nothing but a fire
place and a ewer; plenty of wood was provided and
we soon had a good fire. Some of the men disap-
peared with the ewer and soon returned with it full
of whiskey — there being any quantity of that to be
had without money or price. After a drink or two
around, the fun commenced. The men began pat-
ting, singing and dancing which they kept up until
day.

Soon after our fire was lighted, Conway Newman
and myself saw that we were so plastered over with
mud that even after drying it, it would be impossible

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to inib it off without rubbing our clothes to pieces.
There was but one thing to do and that was to wash
it off, which was easy to do as there was a pump in
the backyard of the house we were in. I got under
the spout and he pumped water on me until I got the
mud off of myself, pumping the water all over my
head, back, and limbs; then, he got under and I
pumped on him. We were really no wetter than we
were before, but the mud was all gone. We now went
back to the room and after taking off and wringing
our uniforms, holding and turning them to the fire,
we became reasonably diy by morning. It was about
the best thing we could have done as there was not a
chair, bench, table, or bed ; in fact, nothing except the
aforementioned ewer. We had to stand or squat
around the fire all night, whilst our roommates were
dancing, singing, and drinking, the supply of whiskey
being often replenished during the night.

Morning at last dawned and after pulling our
clothes out and doing our best to make them presenta-
ble, we appeared on the street and were soon taken
in by some kind gentleman to breakfast with his
family. Such a breakfast it was : tea, rolls, biscuits,
beefsteak, syrup, and many other good things, which
to a lot of soldiers who had marched ten or twelve
miles through a hail storm and mud and had eaten
nothing since 12 :00 M. the day before or slept a wink

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that night, was a feast never to be forgotten. The
ladies of the house waited on us and insisted we did
not eat like soldiers who had had such a terrible march
but I am sure it was only said by way of making us
feel comfortable. I omitted to say all this suffering
and marching was for naught as it was a false alarm.
As soon as breakfast was over, the troops were
formed and the return march to Harper's Ferry com-
menced with as footsore and broken down a lot of
men as is often seen. This was our first march. We
little dreamed what was before us for the next four
years.

We remained in Harper's Ferry until June, when
after all the machinery of the armory had been
shipped to Richmond to be used in the armory there,
we fell back to Winchester. General Joseph E. John-
ston had been put in command of the troops. We
remained there several weeks when an expedition of
two regiments under Colonel A. P. Hill was sent to
Eomney, Hampshire county, forty miles distant. Be-
ing Colonel Hill's regiment, of course the 13th Vir-
ginia was in advance. We made the march in two
days, sent a detachment to New Creek on the B. &
0. E. E., which dispersed a small force of the enemy
there, without a capture. We returned to Winches-
ter where we remained until General Patterson ad-
vanced to Martinsburg. Then we marched to Darks-

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ville to meet him and offered him battle for three
days, which he declined.

Martinsburg being surrounded by stone fences and
other good means of defence, General Johnston
thought it inexpedient to attack him at that point.
Johnston remained around Winchester coquetting
with Patterson until July when one evening the order
came to pack and be ready to march. In an hour we
were on the road to Piedmont Station, Manassas E.
R., where trains were to meet the troops and convey
them to Manassas Junction for the first battle there.
We made a forced march, wading the Shenandoah
Eiver at Berry's Ferry and then took the cars to
Manassas, reaching there about noon and were hur-
ried off to the Confederate right but were not en-
gaged in the fight as there was no demonstration in
our front. We remained around Manassas for a few
days after the battle and were then sent to a camp
near Fairfax Station where we remained the rest of
the summer and part of the fall.

We then went into winter quarters at Camp Walk-
er, about a mile from Manassas. This was our first
winter in the army and each "mess" had to put up its
own hut. In the mess with me were Conway New-
man, Oscar Fitzhugh, C. Linn Graves, and Thomas
A. Marshall. We soon went to work and had a log
hut 14 ft. by 14 ft. We had to carry the logs upon

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our shoulders for a half a mile, each taking an end,
and in this way we carried them to where the camp
was located. We remained in this camp all winter,
doing little but camp guard and picket duty. The
picket line was some four miles off where the differ-
ent regiments taking it by turns would stay a week.

I remember on one occasion when my regiment was
doing picket duty, we had quite a snow storm and my
company was in reserve and there was a negro cabin
near by where the reserve was quartered. My
"mess" determined to try and rent the house for the
night which we succeeded in doing, the negroes mov-
ing out to a neighbor's in consideration of the rent we
paid. We took possession and found quite a com-
fortable looking bed in there. When we went to
spread down our blankets on the floor for beds, the
negro servant (who always went with us) undressed
and retired in the bed. Whilst there were a half a
dozen white men lying on the floor, one negro was
comfortably resting in the bed.

The 9th of March, 1862, we broke camp at Manassas
and began to retire in the direction of Gordonsville
as McClellan was advancing upon Richmond by way
of the peninsula. It was on this march that we first
began to feel the pangs of hunger that were so
familiar to us afterwards. I rememl>er when we
reached the Rappahannock river, our supplies were

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exhausted and a lot of sheep were killed and issued
to us without salt. My mess felt that we would be
more fortunate than others as we had packed in the
wagon a remnant of what was issued to us to cook up
for the march and among other things, a little coffee
and salt. Imagine our sore disappointment in this
our time of gnawing hunger and need to find that in
the hurry of packing, the salt and coffee had gotten
mixed, making both useless.

We continued our march to Gordonsville where all
the troops were hurried to meet McClellan, except
Ewell's division of which my regiment was a part.
In a day or two, we moved as far as Liberty Mills on
the Newmarket pike. Here we remained some days
when the regiment was reorganized ; that is, an elec-
tion of officers took place (both regimental and com-
pany). A. P. Hill having been promoted to brigadier-
general, J. A. Walker was elected colonel ; J. B. Ter-
rel, lieutenant-colonel; J. B. Sherrard, major, and
William S. Giymes, surgeon. The officers in my com-
pany (F) were Captain A. J. Ehart, Lieutenants C.
L. Graves, Conway Newman, and R. C. Macon.

In a day or two we marched by way of Stewards-
ville to Conrad's Station in Rockingham county to
join "Stonewall" Jackson on his famous Valley
campaign. After remaining here for two weeks, we
were on the march again and took the route down

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the Luray valley to Front Royal where we encoun-
tered the Union forces, a part of General Banks's
army. We soon put them to flight and captured a
number of wagons, supplies and prisoners. Promi-
nent among them was Colonel Kenley 's 1st Marjdand
Cavalry. The next morning we moved on to Win-
chester where we expected to have a big battle, but,
after a feeble resistance, Banks retreated down the
Valley, leaving many valuable stores in Winchester
and burning most of his wagon train. We captured
2,500 or 3,000 prisoners. We followed him as far as
Hall Town, near Harper's Ferry, when Jackson re-
ceived information that Fremont was advancing
through West Virginia with a large force and Gen-
eral Shields was marching by way of Front Royal
and they were to unite in his rear and capture his
army.

We now commenced a forced march to escape
them, being encumbered with our captured supplies
and a large number of prisoners, but we made all
possible haste. When our rear guard passed Stras-
burg, the point General Fi*emont expected to reach
in rear of Jackson, it was just one-half an hour be-
fore Fremont's advance guard arrived. From this
time on, it was a constant skirmish between the rear
of our army and the advance of the enemy. During
all this time, there was no chance to unload wagons
for supplies or to cook them. Our troops were brok-

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en down, hungry, and footsore from constant march-
ing on short rations, and really had nothing for two
days. This rimning fight was kept up until Sun-
day, when we had reached Cross Keys, six or eight
miles east of Harrisonburg, in Rockingham county.
When Jackson determined to give Fremont battle,
it was a lovely Sabbath day and we were deployed to
attack "Blankers Dutch" division. We advanced
through a rye field. The grain this June day was as
high as our heads and there was a battery of artillery
playing upon us as we advanced. The infantiy was
concealed in a piece of woodland. They fired several
volleys and fell back. Here I received my first
wound (June 6, 1862), a ball in my right thigh, but
I did not leave the field until the fight was over. Our
regiment lost eight or ten men. I still have this ball
in my thigh as the surgeons were never able to reach
it with their probes. I was wounded on Simday
morning and I had not had a mouthful of anything to
eat since the Friday before. "Wlien I reached the
hospital, Rev. John William Jones, our chaplain (af-
terwards chaplain to General Robert E. Lee), brought
me some biscuits and a cup of black tea and I thought
it the most delightful morsel that had ever passed
my lips. The next day I was sent to Charlottesville
and from there I reached home where I remained
about a month, missing the seven days' fight around

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Eichmond, but I returned to my command in time for
the battle of Slaughter's Mountain, where Jackson
again defeated General Banks, then under General
Pope. After this battle, we returned to our camp
south of the Rapidan river and remained until some
time in August, when we went around Pope's rear
and captured Manassas, and fighting the second
Manassas battle, Groveton and others forcing Pope's
army back upon Washington.

Now the army advanced into Maryland, fighting
the battles of South Mountain and Sharpsburg. Upon
this march my faithful negro servant, Cornelius,
died. After Sharpsburg, Lee crossed the Potomac
and we remained in camp until we started on the
march to Fredericksburg to meet Bumside, who was
advancing upon Eichmond by that route. This was
a march of more than a hundred miles for troops who
had been almost constantly on the road since the 9th
of March and in cold weather, with many of the men
without shoes or overcoats, for they were very scarce,
but as usual with Confederate soldiers, they moved
off cheerfully, and full of confidence that with such
a leader as General Lee, victory would be theirs.

It was no uncommon sight to see men marching
with moccasins on their feet made from the hide of
the beef that was killed the night before. I never
came near being barefooted but once. My boots

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would hardly bold together. I was passing one of
our wagons when the negro driver seeing my condi-
tion, said: "Lieutenant, I have a good pair of shoes
I will sell you." I was glad of the opportunity so
asked him to let me see them. He brought out a half
worn pair of shoes and said that I could have them
for twenty dollars. I took them, but that night one
of our men, who had been home on sick leave, joined
the command and he brought me a pair of boots sent
by my good, thoughtful mother, so the shoes were on
the market again and soon found a willing purchaser.
We marched rapidly, passing through Orange
Court House, but it was impossible for any of us to
call at home, and we could only see our friends as
they marched along by the side of us. We reached
Fredericksburg some time the early part of Decem-
ber and occupied the Confederate right, where we
fought on the 13th of the same month. We were
heavily engaged imtil after dark, when the firing was
over for the night. We were relieved by other troops
and fell back a few hundred yards Ijut were still on
the battle field. We were ordered to lie down and
make ourselves as comfortable as possible without
fire as that was prohibited though it was a cold night.
We wrapped up in our blankets and were soon asleep.
When I laid down, I saw sometliing near me which I
took for an old log. We were in the woods and had

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no light. I could have touched it by stretching out
my hand. Imagine my surprise when I awoke next
morning to find it was a dead Union soldier.

This was a cold frosty morning and we were soon
placed in position on a high ridge where we had full
view of Bumside's army drawn up in an open field
in three lines as far as the eye could see. It was the
finest display that I saw during the war. Every
man seemed to be draped in a new suit of blue with
fine overcoats and the reflection of the sun on their
bright guns dazzled the eye.

Shortly after being in position on this ridge, there
came along one of the "Tiger" battalions from New
Orleans. This battalion was made up principally of
Irishmen from the wharves, brave fighters, but equal-
ly noted for their love of plunder. As these fellows
came up, one of our men said : ' ' Pat, look over yon-
der. The whole face of the earth is covered with
Yankees." "Faith," said he, "if they come this
way, I will have an overcoat before night." He evi-
dently had visions of stripping a dead man before
night fell.

It really did seem strange that our ragged legions
could repel such a splendidly equipped army as that
in front of us. We remained in position all day ex-
pecting an attack, but none came, and that night we
again fell back and slept as we did the night before.

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The next morning we were surprised to find Bumside
had taken his army across the river to their former
camp.

We now went hard to work putting up huts for our
winter quarters, as it was very cold. We soon had
them up and made ourselves comfortable. This
camp was a half mile from Hamilton's Crossing on
the Richmond, Fredericksburg and Potomac Rail-
road. We spent the winter in camp except when on
picket duty on the Rappanhannock river. We would
be on one bank of the river and the Yankee pickets
on the other, and we would exchange tobacco for
coffee and also exchange newspapers by sending them
across in miniature boats the soldiers would con-
struct.

My regiment was on picket duty April 27th, when
"Fighting Joe" Hooker commenced to cross the
river, he having succeeded Bumside in command of
the United States army. He had a larger army than
Bumside 's and was very confident of carrying every-
thing before him. My division, commanded by Gen-
eral Early, was left before Fredericksburg to watch
Sedgwick's forces, while the rest of Jackson's corps
went off on an expedition to flank the other portion
of Hooker's army which he accomplished and soon
had Hooker on the north side of the river in the same
old camps. I had now been promoted to adjutant of the
13th and our brave and gallant Colonel J. A. Walker

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had been made brigadier-general and put in command
of the famous "Stonewall Brigade."

The weather was getting waiTO and roads were
improving which meant the army would soon be mov-
ing. So the first part of June, our corps (now com-
manded by General Ewell) started for the Valley
and soon surprised and captured most of Milroy's
army at Winchester with all of their trains, supplies,
etc. Milroy barely escaped, and soon the rest of
Lee's army was up and the advance into Pennsyl-
vania was begun. The large number of prisoners and
enormous amount of supplies captured made it nec-
essarj' to leave a provost guard at Winchester.

My regiment was detailed for this purpose, causing
us to miss the battle of Gettysburg, '^^^lile on this
duty, the officers boarded with the citizens of the
town. With a number of others, I boarded with a
most excellent lady. Miss Long. One evening, while
at supper, she said to me and the other officers at the
table, that there were some young ladies in the par-
lor and she would be glad to have us go in and meet
them. We went in and I was seated by Miss Emma
Riely, a young lady just barely in her teens. When
it was time for them to leave, I escorted her home,
and this was the way I met my wife. It is needless
for me to say that my stay in Winchester was the
most delightful part of my army experience.

Of course, after the battle of Gettysburg, Lee was

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soon back in Virginia and we were again on the march
for the Eapidan, where we again iconfronted the
Union army, now under General Meade. We soon
went into winter quarters at Sommersville's Ford.
Here, the night before Christmas, a man from Com-
pany F who was in the guard house escaped and went
twenty miles overland and I was detailed to go after
him, so I was soon on the road to his mother's house.
There he was sitting by the fire. I ordered him out
but he refused to come so there was nothing to do but
to take the guard in and bring him out by force. His
old mother (Mrs. Annie Thomas) was in the room
with him and as I approached her son, she jerked up
the shovel and threw a shovel full of fire and ashes in
my face, blinding me and singeing my eyebrows and
eyelashes. She had evidently heard of fighting the
devil with fire. The guard soon had the old lady by
the wrist and I marched the man out and soon had
him on the road to camp. She afterwards told some
of the neighbors that if I had only been a little later
she would have fixed me for she had a kettle of water
on the fire but when she put her hand in it, she found
it was not hot enough for the purpose. Had it been,
she would have thrown it in my eyes instead of the
fire.

The February we were in this camp, I had the most
delightful recreation of the war. My betrothed wrote
me from Winchester that she and several friends

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were going on a visit to Dr. Meems's fine home in
ShenandoaJi county and she hoped I would be able to
get a furlough and meet them there. Of course I lost
no time in applying for leave, which I readily got as
I had been in the army three years and this was my
first application. I was off as soon as my furlough
was received and I reached Dr. Meems's a day or two
after the arrival of the young ladies and a most de-
lightful two weeks we spent.

It was a large house and was filled with guests, all
young people bent on pleasure, and certainly there
never was a be%'y of more beautiful ladies imder one
roof. Misses Betty Gordon and Constance Kearney,
of Luray, Misses Amelia and Ella Murphy, of Wood-
stock, and Misses Fanny Daniel and Nannie O'Ban-
non, of Jefferson, Misses Lelia Meems and Sallie
Lionberger, and last, but by no means least, Misses
Kate and Emma Reily, of Winchester.

We remained at Summerville Ford until May when
the Union army commenced to advance under Gen-
erals Grant and Meade by way of the Wilderness.
We, of course, moved to meet them and in a flank
movement of General Gordon on the 6th of May,
1864, 1 received a wound in the shoulder that disabled
me for life and is discharging to this day, thirty-three
years after the infliction. We lost heavily in this
movement, though we carried our point.

Among the prominent officers wounded were my

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commander, Brigadier- General John Pegram and
Major, now Senator Daniel, who was chief of Gen-
eral Early's staff. I was never in active service
after this though I was once or twice with the army
arranging to be placed on the retired list, where I
was placed the following February with orders to
report to General Kemper (after the expiration of
my furlough) for conscript duty, but before I had
reported, Lee had surrendered and the war was over.
I have written this story, thirty-five years after the
time I first entered the army, thinking it might be
interesting to some of my descendants after I shall
have passed away, but I want them to know it has
been written without diary or memorandum of any
kind to aid me and I have no doubt, for the want of
such reminders, many interesting incidents of my
personal experience have been overlooked. I have
tried to write in such a way that should it ever be
necessary to establish the fact of my being in the
Confederate army, my life in it might be traced day
by day from the time I entered until the 6th day of
May, 1864, when I received the wound that penna-
nently disabled me.

SOME GENEALOGICAL FACTS RELATING TO
THE MACON FAMILY

The earliest known ancestor in America of Reuben
Conway Macon was Gideon Macon, of New Kent
county, Virginia. He was secretary to Sir William
Berkeley, governor of the Virginia colony. He was
one of the original subscribers (1678) to the fund
raised for the first rebuilding of Bruton Church at
Williamsburg, Virginia, and later, a vestryman of
that church. He was the great-grandfather of
Martha (Dandridge-Custis) Washington.

James Madison, Sr., father of President Madi-
son, was the great-grandfather of Reuben Conway
Macon.

The wife of James Madison, Sr., was Nellie Rose
Conway.

The grandmother of Reuben Conway Macon on
his mother's side was Lucy Barbour.

The mother of Emma Cassandra Biely was Cath-
erine Brent.

DESCENDANTS OF EEUBEN CONWAY

MACON AND EMMA CASSANDRA

EIELY MACON

Children

Reverend Clifton Macon

Oakland, California
(Janet Bruce)

Emma Brent (Macon) Stair
York, Pennsylvania
(Jacob Stair)

Kate Conway (Macon) Paul-
son

Sewickley, Pennsylvania
(Prank Grormly Paulson)

James Conway Macon

Sewickley, Pennsylvania
(Armistead Taliaferro)

Latimer Small Macon

Orange, Virginia
(Milly Slagle)

James Riely Macon

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Evelyn Madison (Macon-At-
wood) Talcott

New Rochelle, New York
(Henry Dickson Atwood,

Deceased)
(Harry Pickard Talcott)

Sewickley, Pennsylvania, Decem-
ber, 1911

K. C. M. Paulson

Grandchildren

Margaret Bruce Macon
Emma Macon

Jacob Stair, Jr.
Virginia Gordon Stair

Charles Henry Paiilson
Daniel McKee Paulson

Latimer Small Macon, Jr.
Jacob Slagle Macon

Henry Martyn Atwood

JAN 17 1S12