Don't Hurry Me Down to Hades: The Civil War in the Words of Those Who Lived It (General Military)
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For four years American families on both sides of the Mason-Dixon Line were forced to endure the violence and hardship of the Civil War. Don't Hurry Me Down To Hades is the story of these families, expertly crafted from their own words. Revealing the innermost thoughts of both famous citizens and men and women forgotten by history, esteemed Civil War historian Susannah J. Ural explores life on the battlefield and the home front, capturing the astonishing perseverance of the men and women caught up in this most brutal of conflicts.
and laughing, he tossed him in the air, again and again, escaping for a moment the war and the death that surrounded them. And then the man prayed, his wife still close against him, that of their son his countrymen would one day say, “He is a better man than his father” and “a joy to his mother’s heart.” Still crying softly, the wife took the baby in her arms, smiling through her heartache, and the husband softened, asking, “Why so much grief?” as he stroked her arm. “No man will hurry me down
The water hems us in. The Negroes on Mrs. Stevens’, Mrs. Conley’s, Mr. Catlin’s, and Mrs. Evans’ places ran off to camp and returned with squads of soldiers and wagons and moved off every portable thing—furniture, provisions, etc., etc. A great many of the Negroes camped at Lake Providence have been armed by the officers, and they are a dreadful menace to the few remaining citizens. The country seems possessed by demons, black and white.”116 The previous December, in 1862, Union General Ulysses
incident in Atlanta, a group of forty to fifty women, now backed by a mob of men, went store to store in Salisbury, North Carolina, demanding the food that they believed they were owed as “respectable poor women … all Solders’ wives or Mothers.” As one of them, Mary Moore, explained in a letter she later sent to Governor Zebulon Vance, they were simply seizing the food that they had been promised. “Our Husbands and Sons are now separated from us by the cruel war not only to defend their humbly
forcibly stop secession would “bring disaster on every portion of the country.” He then clarified that he left without anger or hostility and offered his apologies for any wrong he had failed to correct, any ill will he had not mollified. With a final adieu, Davis rose from his desk while Vice President John Breckinridge and the remaining fifty-eight Senators, North and South, stood to honor the departure of old friends. Applause swept through the chambers, where men wept openly at what Davis’s
in Renville County where we had to endure so much inconvenience and hardship.” But endure they did, and by 1878, Madison had emerged as a leader within their growing community. He served in the Minnesota State Legislature that year and continued his work in politics through the 1890s. Lizzie became the mother of five more children, the last of whom, Edna, was born in 1883, nearly twenty years after the birth of her elder sister Victoria had inspired the long, loving, and painful correspondence