Showing posts with label Gibbes Morgan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gibbes Morgan. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Diary of Sarah Morgan: Wednesday, February 18, 1863

Gibbes has gone back to his regiment. I can't say how dreary I felt when he came to tell me good-bye. I did not mean to cry; but how could I help it when he put his arms around me? . . .

SOURCE: Sarah Morgan Dawson, A Confederate Girl's Diary, p. 327

Friday, January 15, 2016

Diary of Sarah Morgan: Monday, November 10, 1862

In spite of its being Sunday, no sooner was dinner concluded yesterday than we adjourned, as usual, to the sugar-house to see how much damage we could do. Each took from a negro his long paddle, and for more than half an hour skimmed the kettles industriously, to the amazement of half a dozen strange soldiers who came to see the extraordinary process of sugar-making. At one time the two boys taking possession of the two other paddles, not a negro was at the kettles, but stood inspecting our work. The hardest part we found to be discharging the batteries, which none of us could do without their assistance.

We had no sooner relinquished our paddles than some one announced two gentlemen at the house. While we were discussing the possibility of changing our dresses before being seen, enter Mr. Enders and Gibbes Morgan1 of Fenner's battery. No retreat being possible, we looked charmed and self-possessed in spite of plain calicoes and sticky hands. . . . Mr. Enders very conveniently forgot to bring my nuage. He says he started expressly to do so, but reflecting that I might then have no inducement to pay that visit to Port Hudson, he left it for another time. . . . We arranged a visit to Gibbes, and Mr. Enders made me promise to call at General Beale's headquarters for a pass. “They will want you to go to the Provost Marshal's for it, but you just come to General Beale's, and send a courier for me, and I will bring it myself!” — and half in fun, half in earnest, I promised.
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1 H. Gibbes Morgan, a cousin.

SOURCE: Sarah Morgan Dawson, A Confederate Girl's Diary, p. 278-9