Here we are still, in spite of our expectations. Difficulty
on difficulty arose, and an hour before the cars came, it was settled that
mother should go to Clinton and make the necessary arrangements, and leave us
to follow in a day or two. Two days more! Miriam no more objected than I did,
so mother went alone. Poor Miriam went to bed soon after, very ill. So
ill that she lay groaning in bed at dusk, when a stir was heard in the hall
below, and Colonel Steadman, Major Spratley, and Mr. Dupre were announced.
Presto! up she sprang, and flew about in the most frantic style, emptying the
trunk on the floor to get her prettiest dress, and acting as though she had never
heard of pains and groans. When we leave, how much I shall miss the fun of
seeing her and Anna running over each other in their excitement of dressing for
their favorites. Anna's first exclamation was, “Ain't you glad you didn't go!”
and certainly we were not sorry, from mere compassion; for what would she have
done with all three? If I laughed at their extra touches to their dresses, it
did not prevent me from bestowing unusual attention on my own. And by way of
bravado, when I was carried down, I insisted on Mrs. Badger lending me her arm,
to let me walk into the parlor and prove to Colonel Steadman that in spite of
his prophecies I was able to take a few steps at least.
* * * * * * * * *
His last words, “You won't go, will you? Think once
more!” sent me upstairs wondering, thinking, undecided, and unsatisfied, hardly
knowing what to do, or what to say. Every time I tried to sleep, those calm,
deep, honest gray eyes started up before my closed ones, and that earnest “You won't
go, will you? Think once more!” rang in my ears like a solemn warning.
Hopes of seeing Georgia grew rather faint, that night. Is it lawful to risk my
life? But is it not better to lose it while believing that I have still a
chance of saving it by going, than to await certain death calmly and unresisting
in Clinton? I'd rather die struggling for this life, this beautiful, loved,
blessed life that God has given me!
SOURCE: Sarah Morgan Dawson, A Confederate Girl's
Diary, p. 330-1
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