Oh, why did we go to Camden? The very dismalest Christmas
overtook us there. Miss Rhett went with us — a brilliant woman and very
agreeable. '”The world, you know, is composed,” said she, “of men, women, and
Rhetts” (see Lady Montagu). Now, we feel that if we are to lose our negroes, we
would as soon see Sherman free them as the Confederate Government; freeing
negroes is the last Confederate Government craze. We are a little too slow
about it; that is all.
Sold fifteen bales of cotton and took a sad farewell look at
Mulberry. It is a magnificent old country-seat, with old oaks, green lawns and
all. So I took that last farewell of Mulberry, once so hated, now so beloved.
SOURCES: Mary Boykin Chesnut, Edited by Isabella D. Martin
and Myrta Lockett Avary, A Diary From Dixie, p. 340
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