LeConte, Emma. Diary, 1864-1865.
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Father said the Yanks made a clean sweep of
everything, and we have lost all our worldly possessions except the few
negroes here
Some beautiful imported wax dolls, not
more than twelve inches high, raffled for five hundred dollars, and one
very large doll I heard was to raffle for two thousand. "Why" as Uncle
John says, "one could buy a live negro baby for that." How can people
afford to buy toys at such a time as this! However I suppose speculators
can. A small sized cake at the Tennessee table sold for seventy-five
dollars.
My underclothing is of coarse unbleached homespun, such as we gave the
negroes formerly only much coarser.
Hitchcocks Religion and
Geology.
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All day in our own household
has confusion reigned too. The back parlor strewed with clothing
etc., open trunks standing about, while a general feeling of misery and
tension pervaded the atmosphere. Everything is to go that can be sent -
houselinen, blankets, clothing, silver, jewelry - even the wine - everything
movable of any value
What a night of horror, misery and
agony! It is useless to try to put on paper any idea of it
They would enter houses and in the
presence of helpless women and children, pour turpentine on the beds
and set them on fire.
The Firemen attempted to
use their engines, but the hose was cut to pieces and their lives
threatened.
. One expects these
people to lie and steal, but it does seem such an outrage even upon degraded
humanity that those who practise such wanton and useless cruelty should call
themselves men. It seems to us even a contamination to look at these devils.
Think of the degradation of being conquered and ruled by such a people! It
seems to me now as if we would choose extermination.
<i>How</i> I
<i>hate</i> the people who have done this!
Somehow I am still as
confident
as I ever was. If only our people will be steadfast. The more we suffer
the
more we should be willing to undergo rather than submit. Somehow I cannot
feel
we can be conquered. We have lost everything, but if everything -
negroes,
property - all could be given back a hundredfold I would not be willing
to go back to
them. I would rather endure any poverty than live under Yankee rule. I
would rather
far have France or any other country for a mistress - anything but live
as
one nation with <i>Yankees</i> - that word in my mind is a synonym for
<i>all</i> that is <i>mean</i>,
door, to find my eager hope realized. With
a cry of joy I threw myself in father's arms and clung to him kissing
him. He was wet through - hair and beard dripping. After a few
moments he went back to Aunt Josie's and fetched Sallie over, who
received a glad welcome home. Then such talking! But anoth
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There was a rumor afloat yesterday that a <i>negro</i> regiment was
marching from
Branchville to garrison Columbia - Heavens - have we not suffered enough?
I do not believe it but the very thought is enough to make one shudder.
I suppose the Yankees are holding
a great jubilee in Charleston today. Not long ago they had a
most absurd procession described in glowing colours and celebrating
the Death of Slavery - Abolitionists delivered addresses on the
superiority of the black race over white - Adam and Eve were black
so were Cain and Abel, but when the former slew his brother his great
fright turned him <i>white</i>! Also, "As Christ died for the human
race, so
John Brown died for the negroes", etc., etc.. Today they intended
raising
their wretched flag over noble old Sumter and there was to be
a great to-do and fuss. Poor old Sumter - dear old fort! What a
degradation! This day four long years ago! - the joy - the excitement
- how well I remember it. For weeks we had been in fever of
Why does not the President call out the women? If there
are enough men? We would go and <i>fight</i> too - we would better
all die together. Let us suffer still more - give up yet
more - anything, anything that will help the cause - anything
that will give us freedom and not force us to live with such
people - to be ruled by such horrible and contempible creatures -
to submit to them when we hate them so bitterly. It is cruel -
it is <i>unjust</i>.
Hurrah! Old Abe Lincoln has been assassinated! It may be
abstractly wrong to be so jubilant, but I just can't help it. After all
the heaviness and gloom of yesterday this blow to our enemies comes like
a gleam of light.
was
lying on
the lounge alone in the library when father came in looking very
sad. "Emma" he said gravely, "Stonewall Jackson is
dead." How
I loved him! He was my hero. I then admired Lee as grand, magnificent -
but Jackson came nearer my heart.
I will <i>never</i> believe another French rumor nor
any other rumor that means hope to this unhappy land.