The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1884-08-21

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"Was it an outburst of triumph at new!
of another victory over our poor tatteret
soldier boys" Our hearts quailed at th,
thought, when the door burst open anc
in rushed Mrs. Brown, the claimant o
the red "tater" who, though q native o
Ohio, had always professed to be South
erner in sympathy, and as such had OBJ
tained and held lucrative clerkshiE
under the Confederate Government; but
but now, throwing off the mask which
policy had drawn over her face, she
rushed triumphautly in, cIapping hcI
hands and shouting: "Gen. Lee has sur.
rendered. Gen. Lee has surrendered p
And such indeed, as it proved, was the
cause of the firing we had heard. 1t was
O salute in honor of the Ito them Joyful
news just received at headquarters.
For some time not word was spoken
and I scarcely knew which predomina.
ted, anguish at the extinction of oul
country's last hope, or indignation and
disgust at the heartless demonstrations
of Joy of this deceitful woman over the
destruction and despair of her whilom
friends. Though we did not deign to
express in words the contempt we felt
for her duplicity, yet, as little incident
which occurred a few days after will
show, it was "deep" if not cloud"
Nearly every one in the house was sick,
either suffering with sore mouth or some
other malady caused by the constant use
of salt food, which was all that any of us
had, except Mrs. Brown, who was fur.
nished by friend she had in the army
with luxuries which sounded tempting
to our half.famished ears as the fancied
gurgle of water which aggravates the
suferings of the parched traveller in the
desert. One day, about dinner time,
Miss Bowers came into our room to ask
our opinion upon matter of conscience,
about which she was much exercised.
She looked pale and haggard from
anxiety and insufficient and unpalata'
BILE food, but Mrs. Brown had just sent
to ask her to come up and dine with her
on lamb, spring chicken, lettuce, canned
fruits and other dainties, which the for
tunate possessor Of greenbac. :as able
to secure. Miss Bowers wanted to know
if we thought it would be right for her
to accept this invitation to feast with an
enemy of her bleeding country. While
we were yet trying to help her decide
the contest between the cravings of hun.
ger and patriotic devotion the tinkle of
her little bell announced her own dinner
and settled the mooted question. "I'll
20 to my fat pork and yellow meal" !"
said she, and, with a polite "No, thank
you,'" to Mrs. Browns call from her
room, she descended to partake of her
dinner of rations. Many, a less heroic
sacrifice to principle has been sounded
by poet and minstrel.
THE ENTRY OF THE VICTORIOUS ARMY.
1t was lovely spring morning, few
days after the news OF Gen. Lees sur
render had extinguished the last spark
in the smouldering ashes of hope, when
the sound of gay music caused me to
look out upon the most imposing pageant
that it has ever been my fortune to
behold-the entrance into the city of
portion of Gen. Grants army. Pride
me to allow the invaders to
zee me evincing interest in the triumphal
entry of the victorious army into our
captured city, and yet feminine curiosity
me to devise some means OF
witnessing the gorgeous spectacle, !
effected compromise between the two
by climbing to the top Of the house and
peeping through the balustrade surround.
ing the skylight; for here l felt safe from
observation, as did not suppose any one
would think of casting glances 80 high.
1t was indeed grand sight. As far as
eve could reach was one unbroken
column of troops, with their fine horses
and wagons, and equipped in elegant
uniforms and accoutrements, which to my
eyes, accustomed to looking only at our
poor, ragged, and oftentimes barefooted
boys, appeared as if newly donned for
some gala day. The effect was beautiful
from the elevated point from which l
viewed it; for I could sea them winding
over Church Hill in the far distance, and
then down into the valley and up over
Shockoe Hill ; their bayonets brightly
cleaning in the morning sun, the Stars
and Stripes in countless numbers waving
in the breeze, and this enlivened by
innumerable bands of music at short
intervals, which seemed in their choice
of tunes to be amiably trying to harmon.
ize the spirit of "Dixie" with that Of
"Yankee Doodle;" for irst would come
the stirring strains of "Hail Columbia" :"
while the next band that passed would
bring tear from our poor stricken hearts
by the loved tones of "Dixie;" next
"Star Spangled Banner "Mocking
Bird" "The Union Forever" and "Bon-
ME Blue Flag" would each in turn sug-
gest thoughts of the two sections lately
srrayed in deadly conflict, but which it
would nov be the policy of that army to
weld again into one. My predominant
feeling, as / beheld their grand process.
ion, was admiration for the courage of
our own brave little army, and the SEN
timent arose almost to reverence when |
reflected that in the face of such foe,
with unlimited resources at his back,
they had held out through four long
years of Encouragement, and not only
with insuf6ciency of food, clothing and
munitions of war themselves, but with
the consciousness, in some cases, that
their wives and children were lacking
the neccssaries of life, and in others that
they we're homeless refugees. One
striking feature in that scene was the
fact that all the doors and windows in
the fronts of the houses were closed, and
not one white citizen was to be seen,
through cracks and crevices | will not
venture to say.
A WONDERFUL ENTERPRISE.
Returning to our room and seeing my
invalid sister laDguishing for want OF
comforts which we had then no means of
providing TOR her it occurred to me that
we might make little money by selling
eatables to the passing soldiers; but
where to get the materials to make them