Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1866-11-28


sweet voice, that touched the chords
of their better nature, she said,
viii You please throw away your
cigars? they make me so sick One of
them glanced at the speaker, and said
to his companion.
Lets do it; she's a lady During
the remainder of the journey these
rude men were respectful. In that
train of cars Mrs. Anderson was COM
PEELED to hear her man cursed with the
most hOrrid Oaths, and threatened with
savage violence should he fall into the
hands Of an exasperated mob. But
she endured all heroicaliy.
1t was late in the evening when they
reached Charleston. When the drunk
en- soldiers were carried out she asked
an agent at the station for carriage.
'Where are you from " he asked.
New York, she replied
Where are you going?
TO Charleston.
FWhere else?
Don't know; get me q carriage to 90
to the Mills House.
There are none
q know better
Il can't get one
'Then give me piece Of paper that
| may write Il note to Gov. Pickens;
he will send me one
The man yielded to the Governors
name. He supposed she must be some
one OF Importance; and in Il few min
utes afterwards she and Hart were in
carriage, on their way to the Mills
House. There the parlor into which
she was ushered was filled with excited
people of both sexes, who were exas
perated because ofh her husband 5 move
ments. His destruction Of the old flag
staff at Moultrie was considered an
insult to the South Carolinians that
might not be forgiven. Their language
was extremely violent.
Mrs. Anderson met her brother at
the Mills House. On the following
morning he procured from Gov. Pick
ems permit for her to go to Fort Sum
ter. She sought one fer Hart. The
Governor could not allow a man to be
added to the Sumter garrison, he said,
he would be held responsible to the
Commonwealth of South Carolina for
any mischief that might ensue in con-
sequence. Mrs. Anderson did not
conceal the scorn which the suggestion
and excuse elicited. The State of
South Carolina-now claiming to be a
sovereign power among the nations Of
the earth-ondangered by the addition
of one man to a garrison of seventy
or eighty, while thousands of armed
hands = ere ready and willing to strike
them Pickens was her fathers old
friend.
Tell him. she said, that l shall take
Hart to the fort, with or without a
pass
| Her words of scorn and her demand
were repeated to the Governor He
saw the absurdity of his conduct, and
gave pass for Hart, but coupled tho
permission with requirement that
her messenger should obtain from Mai.
Anderson a pledge that he should not
be enrolled as soldier The pledg1
was eXacted, given, and faithfully kept.
Peter Hart served his country there
better than if he had been mere COM
| Blatant.
At ten o'clock on Sunday morning,
the 9th of January, Mrs, Anderson
with Hart and few personal friends
then in Charleston, started in a small
boat for Sumter, carrying with her
mail bag for the garrison, which had
lately often been kept back. 1t was
most charming morning. The air was
balmy, and the bosom of the bay un-
rippled, Nature inviting to delicious
enjoyment; but the brave woman alb
soTbed in the work of hen holy mission
of love and patriotism, needed not the
invitation. Every were seen
strange banners. Among them all
was not solitary Union flag; she felt
like an exile from her native land
Presently, as the boat shot around
point of land, some one exclaimed,
There's SUMTER
She turned, and saw the national
ensign floating gently over it. 1t
seemed, as it waved languidly in the
almost still air, like signal ofdistress
over a vessel in the midst of terrible
breakers. The dear old flag she ex,,
claimed and burst into tears. For the
| first time since she left New York, emo
tion had conquered will
Sentinel boats were now passing,
and proper passwords were given