The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-07-08

make money as at the present time
was but a child of ten years wbon |
was declared. It was a bann4 ~ "a'
Dixie, but all was turned to sod u
and heightened into years Of noro '
hard labor and distress. well rowE'
Der the soldiers drilling, getting Taa4
for war. How we children cboa~
when the band played! But i
a sad time when the soldiers marobas
to the station and we would see Sow
of them for the last time on earth
There was a military school in ~
town at that time, and all the cadot.
who were old enough volunteered e.
the war; so the school closed and Cont
A. and his cadets were off for the vo.
They we're not gone long until one ~
their number was sent back home -
be laid away in the old cemetery: h..
vas a noble fellow and we all loved
him. I remember how sad every faoo
looked andI, child-like, hid in the oar.
den to keep from going to the funeral
and when the bell tolled I cried as Il
he had been my own brother.
We had to card, spin, and weave al
our clothing. We had pretty dresses
of blue and white checked cloaks Of
gray mixed wool cloth, such as our sol.
der boys had for uniforms. The
Southern women not only made
clothes for their families at home but
we're always ready to send something
to the folks in the army. I was a child
but I had to card and spin my task Of
four cuts every day. Of course, I
went to school if there was my but
things we're so unsettled that there
was not much going to school.
We did not have many delicacies in
those days. Sugar and coffee were
things laid away for grand occasions.
But we had plenty Of good healthy
food and we worked hard and it tasted
good. I remember very distinctly
parching wheat and dried sweet pota.
toes for coffee.
What a frightful time it was with
us children when the war ended and
the Yankees passed through our town,
arresting all the men they could find
at home, and frightening the women
and children out of their wits! The
first we knew of their raiding our town
was as my sister and I were passing
out of the front gate to go to prayer
meeting. Our father came hurriedIy
from up town and said to us, Girls,
don't go to prayermeeting, but come to
the house quickly, for the Yankees
are reported to be in town" It took
no second bidding, but we ran into
the house locking the door. Father
soon left; he said if he stayed at home
they would arrest and make him march
as a prisoner. He went up town to see
what was to be done, and we did not
see him for some days. But the
Yankees never got him, for he found
a man who needed him to help get out
of town and he took care of him and
got out safe to a friend in the coUn-
try. So we we're left alone with our
stepmother. It was not long until we
heard the noise of the soldiers and
wagons passing through. Sister and
| were in the hall peeping out at the
side lights of the front door when we
saw two soldiers come into the yard
and approach the house. They were
officers, as we saw their uniforms by
the moonlight, and their swords clank-
ed al they ran up the steps. But we
we're gone from the door in a hurry.
told our stepmother that two sol"
diers were at the front door; then out
into the garden we ran; from there we
ran into a barn. 1t was not long until
we heard some one coming to the barn.
cursing about all the horses being hid
We were frightened out OF our
senses, and ran out of the barn into
a negro house of u nearest neigh
boris, but the Yankees were there, too.
The old negro nanny, who had known
and loved us all our lives, took us and
out at the back door and help
ed us to get home again saying, "Bless
your heart, honey, run home quick;
lie Yankees are every where" She put
Us up on the high backyard palings
and we fell into u own yard.
When we got into the house we
could not speak. All that night the
Yankees were searching for I don't
what, for they ransacked trunks,