{"id":11623,"date":"2021-05-09T01:00:01","date_gmt":"2021-05-09T06:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dotcw.com\/?p=1141"},"modified":"2021-05-01T22:38:00","modified_gmt":"2021-05-02T03:38:00","slug":"a-diary-from-dixie-30","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/a-diary-from-dixie-30\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Stoop and totter,&#8221; sniggered the steward to No. 110, &#8220;and go in.&#8221;\u2014Mary Boykin Miller Chesnut."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>May 9th.<\/em>\u2014Virginia Commissioners here. Mr. Staples and Mr. Edmonston came to see me. They say Virginia &#8220;has no grievance; she comes out on a point of honor; could she stand by and see her sovereign sister States invaded?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Sumter Anderson has been offered a Kentucky regiment. Can they raise a regiment in Kentucky against us? In Kentucky, our sister State<em>? <\/em><\/p>\n<p>Suddenly General Beauregard and his aide (the last left him of the galaxy who surrounded him in Charleston), John Manning, have gone\u2014Heaven knows where, but out on a war-path certainly. Governor Manning called himself &#8220;the last rose of summer left blooming alone&#8221; of that fancy staff. A new fight will gather them again.<\/p>\n<p>Ben McCulloch, the Texas Ranger, is here, and Mr. Ward, \u00b9 my &#8220;Gutta Percha&#8221; friend&#8217;s colleague from Texas. Senator Ward in appearance is the exact opposite of Senator Hemphill. The latter, with the face of an old man, has the hair of a boy of twenty. Mr. Ward is fresh and fair, with blue eyes and a boyish face, but his head is white as snow. Whether he turned it white in a single night or by slower process I do not know, but it is strangely out of keeping with his clear young eye. He is thin, and has a queer stooping figure.<\/p>\n<p>This story he told me of his own experience. On a Western steamer there was a great crowd and no unoccupied berth, or sleeping place of any sort whatsoever in the gentlemen&#8217;s cabin\u2014saloon, I think they called it. He had taken a stateroom, 110, but he could not eject the people who had already seized it and were asleep in it. Neither could the Captain. It would have been a case of revolver or &#8220;&#8216;leven inch Bowie-knife.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Near the ladies&#8217; saloon the steward took pity on him. &#8220;This man,&#8221; said he, &#8220;is 110, and I can find no place for him, poor fellow.&#8221; There was a peep out of bright eyes: &#8220;I say, steward, have you a man 110 years old out there? Let us see him. He must be a natural curiosity.&#8221; &#8220;We are overcrowded,&#8221; was the answer, &#8220;and we can&#8217;t find a place for him to sleep.&#8221; &#8220;Poor old soul; bring him in here. We will take care of him.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Stoop and totter,&#8221; sniggered the steward to No. 110, &#8220;and go in.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8221; Ah,&#8221; said Mr. Ward, &#8220;how those houris patted and pitied me and hustled me about and gave me the best berth! I tried not to look; I knew it was wrong, but I looked. I saw them undoing their back hair and was lost in amazement at the collapse when the huge hoop-skirts fell off, unheeded on the cabin floor.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>One beauty who was disporting herself near his curtain suddenly caught his eye. She stooped and gathered up her belongings as she said: &#8220;I say, stewardess, your old hundred and ten is a humbug. His eyes are too blue for anything,&#8221; and she fled as he shut himself in, nearly frightened to death. I forget how it ended. There was so much laughing at his story I did not hear it all. So much for hoary locks and their reverence-inspiring power!<\/p>\n<p>Russell, the wandering English newspaper correspondent, was telling how very odd some of our plantation habits were. He was staying at the house of an ex-Cabinet Minister, and Madame would stand on the back piazza and send her voice three fields off, calling a servant. Now that is not a Southern peculiarity. Our women are soft, and sweet, low-toned, indolent, graceful, quiescent. I dare say there are bawling, squalling, vulgar people everywhere.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>\u00b9 Matthias Ward was a native of Georgia, but had removed to Texas in 1836. He was twice a delegate to National Democratic Conventions, and in 1858 was appointed to fill a vacancy from Texas in the United States Senate, holding that office until 1860.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>May 9th.\u2014Virginia Commissioners here. Mr. Staples and Mr. Edmonston came to see me. They say Virginia &#8220;has no grievance; she comes out on a point of honor; could she stand by and see her sovereign sister States invaded?&#8221; Sumter Anderson has been offered a Kentucky regiment. Can they raise a regiment in Kentucky against us? 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