Shopping, and paid $30 for a pair of gloves; $50 for a pair
of slippers; $24 for six spools of thread; $32 for five miserable, shabby
little pocket handkerchiefs. When I came home found Mrs. Webb. At her hospital
there was a man who had been taken prisoner by Dahlgren's party. He saw the
negro hanged who had misled them, unintentionally, in all probability. He saw
Dahlgren give a part of his bridle to hang him. Details are melancholy, as
Emerson says. This Dahlgren had also lost a leg.
Constance Cary, in words too fine for the occasion,
described the homely scene at my house; how I prepared sandwiches for my
husband; and broke, with trembling hand, the last bottle of anything to drink
in the house, a bottle I destined to go with the sandwiches. She called it a
Hector and Andromache performance.
SOURCE: Mary Boykin Chesnut, Edited by Isabella D. Martin
and Myrta Lockett Avary, A Diary From Dixie, p. 294-5
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