Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1897-05-01

seminary in Bath county, near Warm
Springs. The seminary studies were
being resumed in the early fall after
the vacation months, when word came
to the respective young ladies to start
at once for their homes. The war was
then eliminating, and every moment
was an anxious one. There was quiet
furry among us all, and subdued and
earnest leave-takings among the older
ones. was then too young to under
stand, but many time since has the
meaning of it all come back to me.
When were they to see each other again?
When and where and how? Under what
Observation-Disclosures! have thought
OF il many times as I remember our old
homes, the great plantations and the
beautiful and substantial lives of those
about us. Now the south presents a
different aspect. How many of us
would give the world to be back in
those days, with our old black mann
mics and uncles!
THE day came when the farewells
we're to be spoken, some going little
further west, some to the east and many
to remain in the south at our homes
near by.
PASSES by way of Richmond could
not be obtained, but through the in
fluence of Col Farnsworth, we were
permitted to go by way of Buckhannon,
| to Parkersburg, which was the nearest
railway station, and those going east
had to come this way, which was two
days distant by stage from the SEM
| mary at Warm Springs. There were 12
of US coming this way; 1, of course, to
| my sisters home at this place,
by whom the request was made I
| cannot remember, but Miss Richards
consented to take us all TO see the north
eTn general. The morning we were to
| go to the camp the sun broke clear and
warm. The young ladies, with Miss
Richards, We're entertained at my sis
ter's house, so the walk for us all was
| only about n hall mile. We were read
| lily passed along to the tent where sat
the general, busily writing. Soldiers
were hurriedly coming and going with
bits of yellow paper held in nervous
hands. There was music everywhere;
the music, the uniforms, the clink of
steel! How like dream, my child!"
! l have always noticed that anyone in
telling a. story of those days always
stops, and for few moments is lost in
reverie. So many times has my moth
er, in telling some incident of the war,
done so; and l have had to say: "Please
finish, mamma" There were times, too,
when her eyes would fill with tears.
Then there was hesitancy in speaking
to arouse her from her recollections
until she should resume the story of her
own accord. This story only evoked
a short revcrie, and said:
What of the general, mamma?''
"Oh, yes, yes; the general. Let me
see, we were entering the camp. Yes,
L can see our stately Miss Richards as
she stepped forward to meet the gen.
eral, who arose to greet her as a smile
lit up his splendid features. When
Miss Richards had spAl1en a few words
Wee heard him say: Yes, yes, let them
all come. AS they pass let them lay
their hands ON Gen. McClellan's head.
He seated himself again and resumed
reading the dispatches, which seemed
to be Carried in to him every minute
There were 12 of us at all ages inter
vening IA and 20, and as we walked in
succession by the general the tips OF
our fingers touched his head. ."-Elvie
Palms, in Detroit Free Press.