A Diary From Dixie by Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

Baltimore Recruits — Confederate Records

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FORT SUMTER, S.C., March 25, 1861. (Received A. G. O., March 28.) Col. L. THOMAS, Adjutant-General U. S A.: COLONEL: I have the honor to report that everything is quiet around us, and that we do not see any work being prosecuted except that at the new battery at Fort Johnson. They are practicing this [...]

A Diary From Dixie by Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut., War of the Rebellion: from the Official Records of the Union and Confederate Armies and Navies

“A man said aloud: ‘This war talk is nothing. It will soon blow over. Only a fuss gotten up by that Charleston clique.'”—A Diary From Dixie

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Tuesday.–Now this, they say, is positive: “Fort Sumter is to be released and we are to have no war.” After all, far too good to be true. Mr. Browne told us that, at one of the peace intervals (I mean intervals in the interest of peace), Lincoln flew through Baltimore, locked up in an express [...]

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“Mrs. Browne was walking with me when we were airing our indignation against Mrs. Lincoln and her shabby economy.”—A Diary From Dixie

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March 11th.–In full conclave to-night, the drawingroom crowded with Judges, Governors, Senators, Generals, Congressmen. They were exalting John C. Calhoun’s hospitality. He allowed everybody to stay all night who chose to stop at his house. An ill-mannered person, on one occasion, refused to attend family prayers. Mr. Calhoun said to the servant, “Saddle that man’s [...]

A Diary From Dixie by Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut.

A Diary From Dixie.—”Wonderful! Some of these great statesmen always tell me the same thing—and have been telling me the same thing ever since we came here.”

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March 10th.–Mrs. Childs was here to-night (Mary Anderson, from Statesburg), with several children. She is lovely. Her hair is piled up on the top of her head oddly. Fashions from France still creep into Texas across Mexican borders. Mrs. Childs is fresh from Texas. Her husband is an artillery officer, or was. They will be [...]

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“We are abusing one another as fiercely as ever we have abused Yankees. It is disheartening.”—A Diary From Dixie

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March 8th.–Judge Campbell,¹ of the United States Supreme Court, has resigned. Lord! how he must have hated to do it. How other men who are resigning high positions must hate to do it. Now we may be sure the bridge is broken. And yet in the Alabama Convention they say Reconstructionists abound and are busy. [...]

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“It is uncomfortable that the idea has gone abroad that we have no joy, no pride, in this thing.”—A Diary From Dixie

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March 5th.–We stood on the balcony to see our Confederate flag go up. Roars of cannon, etc., etc. Miss Sanders complained (so said Captain Ingraham) of the deadness of the mob. “It was utterly spiritless,” she said; “no cheering, or so little, and no enthusiasm.” Captain Ingraham suggested that gentlemen “are apt to be quiet,” [...]

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“I have seen a negro woman sold on the block at auction… I was walking and felt faint, seasick.”—A Diary From Dixie

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March 4th.–The Washington Congress has passed peace measures. Glory be to God (as my Irish Margaret used to preface every remark, both great and small). At last, according to his wish, I was able to introduce Mr. Hill, of Georgia, to Mr. Mallory,¹ and also Governor Moore and Brewster, the latter the only man without [...]

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“…the farther away they send us from this Congress the better I will like it.”—A Diary From Dixie

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March 3d.–Everybody in fine spirits in my world. They have one and all spoken in the Congress¹ to their own perfect satisfaction. To my amazement the Judge took me aside, and, after delivering a panegyric upon himself (but here, later, comes in the amazement), he praised my husband to the skies, and said he was [...]

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“What a pity to bring the spites of the old Union into this new one!”—A Diary From Dixie

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February 28th.–In the drawing-room a literary lady began a violent attack upon this mischief-making South Carolina. She told me she was a successful writer in the magazines of the day, but when I found she used ”incredible” for “incredulous,” I said not a word in defense of my native land. I left her “incredible.” Another [...]

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A Diary From Dixie.—”We have to meet tremendous odds by pluck, activity, zeal, dash, endurance of the toughest, military instinct.”

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Montgomery, Ala., February 19, 1861.–The brand-new Confederacy is making or remodeling its Constitution. Everybody wants Mr. Davis to be General-in-Chief or President. Keitt and Boyce and a party preferred Howell Cobb ¹ for President. And the fire-eaters per se wanted Barnwell Rhett. My brother Stephen brought the officers of the “Montgomery Blues” to dinner. “Very [...]

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December 10th.—We have been up to the Mulberry Plantation with Colonel Colcock and Judge Magrath, who were sent to Columbia by their fellow-citizens in the low country, to hasten the slow movement of the wisdom assembled in the State Capital. Their message was, they said: “Go ahead, dissolve the Union, and be done with it, [...]

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CHARLESTON, S. C, November 8, I860.—Yesterday on the train, just before we reached Fernandina, a woman called out: “That settles the hash.” Tanny touched me on the shoulder and said: “Lincoln’s elected.” “How do you know?” “The man over there has a telegram.” The excitement was very great. Everybody was talking at the same time. [...]

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August 19th.–Began my regular attendance on the Wayside Hospital. To-day we gave wounded men, as they stopped for an hour at the station, their breakfast. Those who are able to come to the table do so. The badly wounded remain in wards prepared for them, where their wounds are dressed by nurses and surgeons, and [...]

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May 29th.–Betsey, recalcitrant maid of the W.’s, has been sold to a telegraph man. She is as handsome as a mulatto ever gets to be, and clever in every kind of work. My Molly thinks her mistress “very lucky in getting rid of her.” She was “a dangerous inmate,” but she will be a good [...]

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