Miss Ravenel's conversion from secession to loyaltyDe Forest, John William
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Miss Ravenel's conversion from secession to loyalty
De Forest, John William
Historical fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories; Women -- United States -- Fiction
"Papa, do you believe that Mouton has fifteen thousand men? Do you
believe that there will be a great battle? Do you believe that our side"
(she could call it _our_ side now) "will be beaten? Do you believe that
our loss will be very heavy? What is the usual proportion of killed in a
battle? You don't know? Well, but what are the probabilities?"
If he took up a book or opened his cases of minerals, it was, "Oh,
please don't read," or, "Please let those stones alone. I want you to
talk to me. When do you suppose the battle will happen? When shall we
get the first news? When shall we get the particulars?"
And so she kept questioning; she was enough to worry the life out of
papa: but then he was accustomed to be thus worried. He was a most
patient man, even in the bosom of his own family, which is not so common
a trait as many persons suppose. One afternoon those sallow, black-eyed
Hectors at the corners of the streets, who looked so much like gamblers
and talked so much like traitors, had an air of elation which scared
Miss Ravenel; and she accordingly hurried home to receive a confirmation
of her fears from Mrs. Larue, who had heard that there had been a great
battle near Thibodeaux, that Weitzel had been defeated and that Mouton
would certainly be in the city by next day afternoon. For an hour she
was in an agony of unalleviated terror, for her comforter had not
returned from the hospital. When he came she flew upon him and
ravenously demanded consolation.
"My dear, you must not be so childish," remonstrated the Doctor. "You
must have more nerve, or you won't last the year out."
"But what will become of you? If Mouton comes here you will be
sacrificed--you and all the Union men. I wish you would take refuge on
board some of the ships of war. Do go and see if they will take you. I
shan't be hurt. I can get along."
Ravenel laughed.
"My dear, _have_ you gone back to your babyhood? I don't believe this
story at all. When the time comes I will look out for the safety of both
of us."
"But do please go somewhere and see if you can't hear something."
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