A Virginia Girl in the Civil War, 1861-1865: being a record of the actual experiences of the wife of a Confederate officer — John Locke — John Shaqi
A Virginia Girl in the Civil War, 1861-1865: being a record of the actual experiences of the wife of a Confederate officer
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Sam had gone home on a furlough, and in his place Dan had a very
magnificent body-servant named Napoleon Bonaparte, and an under-boy
named Solomon. Napoleon Bonaparte brushed the major’s boots, and
Solomon brushed Napoleon’s. Napoleon Bonaparte was a bright mulatto,
Solomon was as black as tar. It was Napoleon Bonaparte’s business
to supply my room with wood, but this task he delegated to Solomon.
Whatever menial work the major ordered Napoleon Bonaparte to do,
Napoleon turned over to Solomon. “Solomon,” he said, “was nothin’ but
a free nigger nohow.” It came to pass finally that Solomon, ostensibly
hired to one master, in reality served two. Of course, Napoleon
Bonaparte feathered his own nest and worked things so that the major
was really paying two men to do the work of one. When the major could
not ride with me, he sent Napoleon Bonaparte to act as groom. This
Napoleon Bonaparte esteemed an honor, and he only appointed Solomon
in his stead when he himself was in demand as equerry for the major.
Napoleon always elected to follow the major in such case, as that was
higher employment in his eyes than riding behind me. One morning I
stood waiting in my habit a long time for the horses. At last when
they appeared Solomon came on a sorry mount, leading Tom Hodges. The
procession moved at a snail’s pace, and Solomon looked dreadfully glum.
“What makes you so late?” I asked impatiently.
“Dunno ’zackly, marm. Evvybody in de camp got de debbul in ’em. Major,
he got de debbul in him! ’Poleon Bonaparte, he got de debbul in _him_.
An’ evvybody got de debbul in ’em!”
“There seem to have been a great many devils in camp. Wasn’t there one
to spare for you, Solomon?”
“Nor’m, I ain’t had no debbul in me--me an’ Tom Hodges. We’s been de
onliest peaceable people in camp. Ef I hadn’t er kep’ de peace, me an’
’Poleon Bonaparte would ha’ fit, sho!”
“I should think you would like to fight Napoleon--I should, if I were
you.”
“Nor’m, I don’ b’lieve in no fightin’--’cep’in’ ’tis ter fit de
Yankees. I’m er peaceable man, I is.”
I told Dan what a bad report Solomon had made out against him.