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I feel the time has come to draw this narrative to a close and focus on rebuilding. There is much to do and it feels like there are never enough hours in a day to do so. Dear readers, you have warmed my heart on even the coldest days of these past few months, and for that I am eternally grateful. Should you ever pass near Sarsfield, please stop in and say hello. Until then, you can always read my extended diary here.
Dear friends, we’re celebrating the 160 miles trudged to complete the return of Washington Duke! Will you join us at Duke Homestead this Saturday from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. for a festival? Surely we all could use the fun.
We’ve just completed the long journey home. When we crossed the river, the ferryman at Chesnut's Ferry asked for his fee. Among us all we could not muster the small silver coin he demanded. This is our life after the war.
While my own journey felt never-ending, it does not compare to the homecoming of Washington Duke. Mr. Duke walked 160 miles from New Bern back to his family homestead in Durham. I hear he’s trying to put the farm back together and try his hand at tobacco. Best of luck to him and the blisters I’m sure he picked up on that journey.
War is over?
The war is over – Gen. Johnston formally surrendered to Gen. Sherman at Bennett Place. At least now, I can head home with nothing but tall blackened chimneys to show that any man has ever trod this road before. This is Sherman's track. It is hard not to curse him. I wept incessantly at first. The roses of the gardens are already hiding the ruins and my husband says nature is a wonderful renovator. Time will tell.
I hope you’ll consider joining me at Bennett Place in the coming days. I feel my compulsion to journal winding down with the slowing of wartime activities, and this may be my final stand.
I’ve caught wind of quite the scandal in Chapel Hill, a blessed reprieve from the alarming news of the past few days. The Yankees have taken a strong hold around the capital and visited University of North Carolina President David Lowry Swain to arrange for quartering of troops. While in the home of Mr. Swain, a Union general set his sights on young Ellie Swain and they are to be married! Bless.
Shocking news today, simply shocking. President Lincoln has been killed, murdered! But by whom? I sent off message after message to Mr. Chesnut. I have not the faintest idea where he is, but I know this foul murder will bring upon us worse miseries. There are no Confederates in Washington, so I feel sure this was not our doing. Regardless, I’m sure vengeance will soon rain down upon us. God rest his soul and protect us all.
On The 150th Anniversary Of Lincoln’s Death, See Him Like You’ve Never Seen Him Before
April 15, 2015 marks the 150th anniversary of President Abraham Lincoln’s death.Lincoln was shot by John Wilkes Booth at Ford’s Theatre in Washington, D.C., on April 14, while taking in a performance of “The American Cousin” with his wife.
Below, stereograph images of Lincoln and the nation’s capital after his death 150 years ago.
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North Carolina is now under Union control as Gen. Sherman’s army marched into Raleigh today. As soon as humanly possible, a soldier tried to set up a signal station on the roof of the Capitol building. That poor boy didn’t do any architectural research and fell plum through the skylight. It turned out that he’s quite all right so I feel I can have a small laugh about it without being unladylike.
Richmond has fallen and I have no heart to write about it. President Davis fled and arrived in Greensboro just this morning as he and his cabinet continue to move farther south. I’m not sure where they think they’ll find safety; wolves are at both the front and back doors now. I’m to dine with dear Varina later this week, I only hope she’s holding up better than her husband’s political career.
Mr. Chesnut comes homes whistling all sorts of tunes he and his men sing while marching, at night as they wait for battle and when mourning. It seems he has enough tunes to turn his war tales into a musical. As such, I’ve put together a playlist of songs to share as a belated birthday gift for my dear husband. I’m feeling quite proud of my thoughtful, yet frugal, gift. It only took me three extra months to patch something together!
My dear friend, Mrs. Varina Davis, often texts me with news of her husband, President Jefferson Davis. He’s been both sad and anxious as the dead come in, but we don’t have enough troops to replace them. Mrs. Davis is a woman my heart aches for in the troubles we’ve seen.
Sherman is coming! Sherman is coming! We’ve all been saying it for the past 50 days, but now he’s actually here and has connected with generals at Goldsboro.
I was starting to feel settled in Chester, S.C., so of course we got news to leave today. General Hardee himself came by with word to, “March! March! For all the blue bonnets are over the border.” In a mad haste we made for Fayetteville, where they said, “God bless your soul! This is the seat of war now, the battle-ground where Sherman and Johnston are to try conclusions.” My nerves may never recover from this war.
Gen. Johnston’s efforts to bring together the Army of the South were put to the test at Bentonville. 21,000 Confederate soldiers bravely fought for three days and were able to slow the progress of Sherman’s army, but the force of 60,000 enemy soldiers forced yet another retreat.
Will you join me at the largest reenactment in North Carolina on March 21-22? Info: http://www.fobb.net/150thBentonville/Information.aspx
In other news, my nurse accidentally gave me enough opium to kill several persons instead of a small amount to help me sleep through my fever. I suppose all’s well that ends well, but it sure makes me wonder about the feebleness of Confederate medicine.
What’s that saying? What goes around comes around? While our soldiers should have been focused on the impending battle at Bentonville, a duel was planned for dawn for two bros to settle an argument in the least effective way possible. There was some funny business executed by the seconds allowing the duelers to walk away uninjured. Will they get as lucky in today’s battle?
Last month, our troops evacuated Fort Anderson so quickly that one of our flags was left behind and snagged by a Union soldier. The 140th Indiana Infantry then presented that same flag to Indiana Gov. Olive P. Morton in a ceremony at the National Hotel in Washington, D.C., today.
Guess who else was in attendance? Abraham Lincoln. Skipped a play he was scheduled to attend so he could watch a ceremony around one little North Carolina Confederate flag. One of the actors from the play – John perhaps – was apparently very upset the President didn’t come. People said his face was “demonically” angry. Strange times.
