I want to get to Kate, I am so utterly heart-broken. I hope
John Chesnut and General Chesnut may at least get into the same army. We seem
scattered over the face of the earth. Isabella sits there calmly reading. I
have quieted down after the day's rampage. May our heavenly Father look down on
us and have pity.
They say I was the last refugee from Columbia who was
allowed to enter by the door of the cars. The government took possession then
and women could only be smuggled in by the windows. Stout ones stuck and had to
be pushed, pulled, and hauled in by main force. Dear Mrs. Izard, with all her
dignity, was subjected to this rough treatment. She was found almost too much
for the size of the car windows.
SOURCES: Mary Boykin Chesnut, Edited by Isabella D. Martin
and Myrta Lockett Avary, A Diary From Dixie, p. 351
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