Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1907-10-30

possible and substitute os.aers. we
fingered awhile talking to our benev-
oleht frieEds, discussing the war and
Iifs horrors, and, while doing SO, the
porter OF the house passed through
syith an old saek, In which wsrs cYr
dear old Confederate greys, and hur-
rtedly dumped them into the street.
and, while I gazed upon them sorrow
fully for the last time the street car
man collected them and was gone.
Thanking our kind friends, we bid
them goodbye. and were soon wend-
ling our way back to Castle Garden.
hooking at the sights Of Gotham, and
answering innumerable questions Of
those that called us Johnnie Rebs.
and admired SO much our pluck and
courage.
We had nearly reached our desti-
nation when, like a thousand times
before, my hand went to my pocket.
but, great heavens" my diary was
gone. There was my parole and my
little Testament. with the Confede-
rate battle flag stamped on It, but
where was my diary?. j searched and
searched, but OF no avail, and It then
dawned upon me that / had forgot
ten to remove it ftom my old grey
coat, and had stood and seen It GO
from me forever when the street cart
man came along. questioned many
as to the possibility Of recovering my
diary. II they could advise me as to
the place where rags. ETC., were de-
posted by the city, but received the
sad intelligence that such things were
promptly burned; and, anyhow, could
/, stranger in big city like New
York, ever ind the. place, even IL re-
coyery of the diary was possible? So
sadly and sorrowfully submitted to
the inevitable, for my precious diary
and had parted forever.
On the 9th day OF our stay as Cas-
tie Garden we were informed that
transportation had been completed,
and that we must get ready for our
destinations. Would that / could
here express the Joy and gladness of
my heart just to think of It," Going
home, through Gods good mercy,
once more back to our sweet Sunny
South, there to meet and fondly em-
brace the loved ones who had long
inourned me dead. Glover and my
self were the only two coming by the
way of Charleston, and accordingly
we boarded the old steamship Sire
Nevada, which brought us to Hilton
FIead, near Beaufort. Here we em-
barked aboard the little steamer Col
den Gate and came safely through to
dear old Charleston. We landed
about four o'clock in the morning at
Southern wharf, and my comrade and
l were soon making our way into the
city. At the corner of Broad and
Meeting streets, meath the spire of
dear old st. Michaels, we parted,
forty-two years ago, both in search
of relatives. And, strange as 1t may
seem, never have seen or heard of
him since, although I've made many
inquiries.
The last account of the where
abouts Of my dear old uncle and aunt
was that they had moved up Meet
Ing street, near Line, to be out Of
range of the shells, and for that point
I fastened. When near Line street I
was halted by a negro soldier on
guard, who demanded of me who 1
was and to where was going that
time OF morning. explained to him
hat was paroled prisoner and was
In search of relatives, and which
thought lived just above the corner,
for was in stones throw Of the
house," but he placed no credit in
my statement and informed me most
positively that could not go step
farther "tell de corp'ral, wild de lief,
cum iroun' .. There was nothing for
me to do but submit, and, like, an
old soldier, / stretched myself on tho
sidewalk, and told him to wake me
when the relief came.
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