A Virginia Girl in the Civil War, 1861-1865
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Avary Myrta Lockett. A Virginia Girl in the Civil War, 1861-1865
INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER I. HOME LIFE IN A SOUTHERN HARBOR
CHAPTER II. HOW I MET DAN GREY
CHAPTER III. THE FIRST DAYS OF THE CONFEDERACY
CHAPTER IV. THE REALITIES OF WAR
CHAPTER V. I MEET BELLE BOYD AND SEE DICK IN A NEW LIGHT
CHAPTER VI. A FAITHFUL SLAVE AND A HOSPITAL WARD
CHAPTER VII. TRAVELING THROUGH DIXIE IN WAR TIMES
CHAPTER VIII. BY FLAG OF TRUCE. Milicent tells how she got from Baltimore to Dixie
CHAPTER IX. I MAKE UP MY MIND TO RUN THE BLOCKADE
CHAPTER X. I CROSS THE COUNTRY IN AN AMBULANCE AND THE PAMUNKEY ON A LIGHTER
CHAPTER XI. THE OLD ORDER
CHAPTER XII. A DANGEROUS MASQUERADE
CHAPTER XIII. A LAST FAREWELL
CHAPTER XIV. THE LITTLE JEW BOY AND THE PROVOST’S DEPUTY
CHAPTER XV. I FALL INTO THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY
CHAPTER XVI. THE FLOWER OF CHIVALRY
CHAPTER XVII. PRISONERS OF THE UNITED STATES
CHAPTER XVIII. WITHIN OUR LINES
CHAPTER XIX. MY COMRADE GENERAL JEB STUART
CHAPTER XX “WHOSE BUSINESS ’TIS TO DIE”
CHAPTER XXI. RESCUED BY THE FOE. Milicent’s arrest in Washington as related by herself
CHAPTER XXII. WITH DAN AT CHARLOTTESVILLE
CHAPTER XXIII “INTO THE JAWS OF DEATH”
CHAPTER XXIV. BY THE SKIN OF OUR TEETH
CHAPTER XXV. THE BEGINNING OF THE END
CHAPTER XXVI. HOW WE LIVED IN THE LAST DAYS OF THE CONFEDERACY
CHAPTER XXVII. UNDER THE STARS AND STRIPES
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Many years ago I heard a prominent lawyer of Baltimore, who had just returned from a visit to Charleston, say that the Charlestonians were so in the habit of antedating everything with the Civil War that when he commented to one of them upon the beauty of the moonlight on the Battery, his answer was, “You should have seen it before the war.” I laughed, as everybody else did; but since then I have more than once caught myself echoing the sentiment of that Charleston citizen to visitors who exclaimed over the social delights of Norfolk. For really they know nothing about it – that is, about the real Norfolk.
Nobody does who can not remember, as I do, when her harbor was covered with shipping which floated flags of all nations, and her society was the society of the world. Milicent and I – there were only the two of us – were as familiar with foreign colors as with our own Red, White, and Blue, and happily grew up unconscious that a title had any right of precedence superior to that of youth, good breeding, good looks, and agreeability. That all of these gave instant way to the claims of age was one of the unalterable tenets handed down from generation to generation, and punctiliously observed in our manner and address to the older servants. The “uncle” and “aunty” and “mammy” that fall so oddly upon the ears of the present generation were with Southern children and young people the “straight and narrow” path that separated gentle birth and breeding from the vulgar and ignorant.
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Again the trio looked at me as if they doubted the evidence of their senses.
“Nell, what did you tell such a story for?” George asked me privately later.
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