I had gone upstairs to-day during the interregnum to enjoy a
rest on my bed and read the reliable items in the “Citizen,” when a shell burst
right outside the window in front of me. Pieces flew in, striking all round me,
tearing down masses of plaster that came tumbling over me. When H–– rushed in I
was crawling out of the plaster, digging it out of my eyes and hair. When he
picked up a piece large as a saucer beside my pillow, I realized my narrow
escape. The window-frame began to smoke, and we saw the house was on fire. H––
ran for a hatchet and I for water, and we put it out. Another [shell] came
crashing near, and I snatched up my comb and brush and ran down here. It has
taken all the afternoon to get the plaster out of my hair, for my hands were
rather shaky.
SOURCE: George W. Cable, “A Woman's Diary Of The Siege Of
Vicksburg”, The Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine, Vol. XXX, No.
5, September 1885, p. 773
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