Here I am, thank God, settled at the McLean's, in a clean,
comfortable room, airy and cozy. With a grateful heart I stir up my own bright
wood fire. My bill for four days at this splendid hotel here was $240, with $25
additional for fire. But once more my lines have fallen in pleasant places.
As we came up on the train from Charlotte a soldier took out
of his pocket a filthy rag. If it had lain in the gutter for months it could
not have looked worse. He unwrapped the thing carefully and took out two biscuits
of the species known as “hard tack.” Then he gallantly handed me one, and with an
ingratiating smile asked me “to take some.” Then he explained, saying, “Please
take these two; swap with me; give me something softer that I can eat; I am
very weak still.” Immediately, for his benefit, my basket of luncheon was
emptied, but as for his biscuit, I would not choose any. Isabella asked, “But
what did you say to him when he poked them under your nose?” and I replied, “I
held up both hands, saying, ‘I would not take from you anything that is yours —
far from it! I would not touch them for worlds.’”
A tremendous day's work and I helped with a will; our window
glass was all to be washed. Then the brass andirons were to be polished. After
we rubbed them bright how pretty they were.
Presently Ellen would have none of me. She was scrubbing the
floor. “You go — dat's a good missis — an' stay to Miss Isabella's till de flo'
dry.” I am very docile now, and I obeyed orders.
SOURCES: Mary Boykin Chesnut, Edited by Isabella D. Martin
and Myrta Lockett Avary, A Diary From Dixie, p. 348-9
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