“As it was then near midnight we decided to go to bed, and mother said she would go down in the morning and request that a written protection be furnished us, as this had been suggested by the quiet-looking officer, our protector of the afternoon before. Therefore, as early as possible she did so, but General Potter received her very shortly, and only replied, ‘Your husband is in the Rebel army.’ She replied, ‘it was our desire that he should leave us, and I am glad he is not here, for if he had been I suppose he would have been shot.’ “He replied, ‘you talk like a fool when you say that,’ and turned off; when mother said, ‘If that is your opinion, I have the more need of protection’.” (From “Some War-Time Letters,” by Marion Johnstone (Porcher) Ford, in “Life in the Confederate Army,” p. 113. Neale Publishing Co., N. Y. 1905.) [89] Wantoot was the original home settlement of the Ravenel family in St. John’s, Berkeley. [90] Rev. (afterwards Bishop) P. F. Stevens. [91] Miss Marianne E. Porcher. [92] Dr. Morton Waring (Chelsea.) [93] Mrs. Charles J. Snowden. [94] Dr. Christopher G. White. [95] Mrs. Richard Y. Dwight. [96] Mrs. Robert Wilson. [97] The St. John’s Hunting Club. (The Black Oak Club.) [98] Henry LeNoble Ravenel. [99] A band of negroes who had conspired to massacre the whites. [100] Gen’l Sam’l W. Ferguson, C. S. A. [101] Mrs. Peter C. Gaillard. [102] A negro under-overseer. [103] “The Confederate scouts who formed our patrol and police were wild and irresponsible men, although brave and honorable; their captain, a son of Governor Pettus of Mississippi (_sic_), a youth of nineteen. Except for them the country between us and Charleston after its fall was at the mercy of bands of stragglers who burned and pillaged recklessly in the lower neighborhood, but seldom came so far as our plantations.” (p. 56). * * * * “At last the time came when our faithful band of Confederate scouts were recalled. In fact, the war was over, and I suppose they really had no longer any recognized position, but were only bushwhackers; indeed, liable to be hung or shot if caught. Therefore, it was determined to give them a farewell party at Mrs. Palmer’s house Springfield--even if there were some risk in it--and Deasey and I were invited to spend the night. I was quite pleased with myself in a dress I had made out of an old pair of white window curtains. There were about thirty scouts at the party, and their horses were picketed close to the piazza; their guns stacked in the corners of the large bare drawing-room, and they danced with their pistols stuck in their top-boots which give them a very dashing look.” (P. 63). (From Mrs. E. A. Coxe’s “Memories,” &c.) [104] See article by W. Mazyck Porcher in the (Charleston) _Weekly News_, August 16, 1882. [105] Mrs. Edwin DuBose (Harbin.)