Mother has come to me! O how glad I was to see her this
morning! And the Georgia project, which I dared not speak of for fear it should
be mere talk and nothing more, is a reality. — Yes! we are actually going! I
can hardly believe that such good fortune as getting out of that wretched
Clinton really awaits us. Perhaps I shall not like Augusta either; a stranger
in a strange city is not usually enchanted with everything one beholds; but
still — a change of scene — a new country — new people — it is worth while!
Shall we really go? Will some page in this book actually record “Augusta,
Georgia”? No! I dare not believe it! Yet the mere thought has given me strength
within the last two weeks to attempt to walk. Learning to walk at my age! Is it
not amusing? But the smallest baby knows more about it than I did at first. Of
course, I knew one foot was to be put before the other; but the question was
how it was to be done when they would not go? I have conquered that difficulty,
however, and can now walk almost two yards, if some one holds me fast.
SOURCE: Sarah Morgan Dawson, A Confederate Girl's
Diary, p. 327
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