A Confederate Girl’s Diary by Sarah Morgan Dawson

A Confederate Girl’s Diary

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Thursday, 22d January. What a rush of visitors last night! One would imagine they had all come by appointment, expressly to have an impromptu dance, which they certainly enjoyed, by the way. There was little Captain C––, the Susceptible and Simple, who so innocently says “I seen” and “I done it,” without the faintest suspicion [...]

A Confederate Girl’s Diary by Sarah Morgan Dawson

A Confederate Girl’s Diary

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Sunday, December 14th. Yesterday evening, some time before sunset, Mr. Enders was announced, to our great surprise, as we knew he had been in Clinton all the week, having been transferred there instead of to Jackson, as he threatened. He was the most miserable, unhappy creature one could possibly imagine; even too melancholy for me [...]

A Confederate Girl’s Diary by Sarah Morgan Dawson

A Confederate Girl’s Diary

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Sunday, November 9th. I hardly know how these last days have passed. I have an indistinct recollection of rides in cane-wagons to the most distant field, coming back perched on the top of the cane singing, “Dye my petticoats,” to the great amusement of the General who followed on horseback. Anna and Miriam, comfortably reposing [...]

A Confederate Girl’s Diary by Sarah Morgan Dawson

A Confederate Girl’s Diary

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Sunday, 26th October. This place is completely overrun by soldiers passing and repassing. Friday night five stayed here, last night two more, and another has just gone. One, last night, a bashful Tennesseean, had never tasted sugar-cane. We were sitting around a blazing fire, enjoying it hugely, when in answer to our repeated invitations to [...]

A Confederate Girl’s Diary by Sarah Morgan Dawson