The Robesonian. [volume] (Lumberton, N.C.) 1870-current, 1917-06-04

left over.
While in Lumberton recently I had
numerous requests to continue
through the pages of The Robson
ian my little incidents and stories OF
the Civil war, which seem to be in
teresting to some Of your readers.
In selecting from my budget of long
time memories, experience the diff
ficulty Of not knowing which may
best please the general reader, and
also the desire to interest the chill
dren. / think that I forgot to relate
in a preceding story, the sorry plight
in which / returned to my home on
the expiration of our memorable es-
capade from the Yankees, all of
which was the result of vanity and
pride of dress. It is a well-remem-
re1ed fact that at that time home
spun cloth, woven in the big old looms
which were most important factors
IN the Southern plantation, was the
! c1.ly material available for making
!, Dire sses, and other clothing; but It 81
happened that l was the proud own
er of one "boughten" dress, land this is
the way / came to have it. Our faith.
ed had been in the Confederate ser
vice down about the Forts and .
! blockade runner from Nassau rar
into port with small cargo of va
rious articles, including some dress
! goods, all of which were more or les:
damaged by the salt sea water. IL
purchased a few things from tflit
:. cargo, among which was a piece u
wooden goods the color green with {
:, small white figure in it. At eacl
! fold of the cloth damaged streal
appeared, and l, being but. a CIR! i:
: short dresses, my mother found tina
I she could cut out the insight.
i streaks, and yet the length between
), would be sufficient length TO
i me, and that was tn
sole reason that I, instead of my cid
l. er sister, fell heir to the covete.
prize, which cost $500 per yard
!, Now when We started from home t.
seek refuge from the approachin,
foemen, the other three girls wer
/ sensibly clad in their strong home
spun dresses, while I, poor little sim
t pleton, arrayed myself in my fragil
robe Of emerald green, not dreaming
/ of the briers, bushes and swamp
/, through which I would travel durin
/, our journey.
! Alas! what spectacle 1 present
ed toward the close Of our retreat
7 with my fine dress torn almost of
5 and tied together IN knots abou
my knees and hanging about me i
; tatters, something like Cinderell
, coming home from the ball. But ev
, en- the destruction of this cherishe
garment was a small matter in com
: parison to the wreck and ruin whic
: met our eyes on all sides, none Q
= which dampened our joy upon reach
4 ing home again and finding our low
/ ed ones safe and well.
r We had with US small colore
: girl, aged about 10 years, who ha
r spied upon my father and some Q
the negro men as they were hidin
= away some things of value and fatf
: er, fearing she might betray this t
the Yankees, decided it was safer t
serd her away. When we though
: probably we might come in contat
with raving bands of the enemy W
gave to this little girl (Grace) fe
with bills Of Confederate none,
WHICH We udu iIoI tueH IcdI1Lcu VIC
completely worthless. She, too, We
pitable object, dripping wet, ar
shivering from the cold rain, but sti
holding on to the old pocketbook.
At the home of neighbor an
kinsman, who had quantity Of so
ghum syrup in storage, out of pul
wantonness, they took crocus sack
emptied them full of syrup, and tire
the sacks and dripping contents ov'
the shoulders of their horses and roc
!. off with it streaming down on eith'
4 side. While plunderng about in OF
4 own home they opened trunk, four
b a gray uniform belonging to n
t brother, Capt. A. B. McCallum of Il
t junior reserves, decorated with tt
It insigia of his rank, cursed the ow
g er with awful imprecations, and as
ed my mother whose it was.
+ course they took it off, like ever
q thing else.
y And now comes little story f
d the children. My son-in-law was
r. small boy then, wearing his fir
e pants. His mother had made him
d little Sunday pair Of velvet, perha
t from some ante-bellum relic. The
I were his SUNDAY pants and he W
g very proud of them. The Yanke
IS found them hidden away in a tru1
t. with some other things that i
p mother tried to save, took them I
10 by the bottom of each leg, and il
o tore them in halves, and the pc
7 little fellow was heart broken. w
X not that bad?
- AUNT BECKY
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