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 · en
We did not undertake to iron them for fear we should make them look
still worse, but wore them rough dry.
Early one morning we waked suddenly, and sprang to our feet and reached
for each other’s trembling hands. There had been a sudden and terrific
noise. The earth was shaking. That awful thunder! that horrible quaking
of the earth! as if its very bowels were being rent asunder! What was
it? We tried to whisper to each other through the darkness of our
rooms, but our tongues were dry and palsied with fear. We feared to
draw the curtains of our windows, we dared not move. That was the
morning of the 30th of July, the morning when the Crater was made--when
an entire regiment was blown into the air, and when into the pit left
behind them Federals and Confederates marched over each other, and
fought all day like tigers in a hole. If you ever go to the quaint old
town of Petersburg, you can drive out the old Jerusalem Plank Road to
Forts Hell and Damnation, and you can turn out of it to a large hole in
the earth which is called the Crater. The last time I was at the Crater
it was lined with grass; some sassafras bushes grew on the sides; down
in the hollow was a peach-tree in blossom, a mocking-bird sang in it,
and a rabbit hopped away as I looked down.
Soon after the explosion occurred, we saw from our windows that the
McIlvaine place was swarming with soldiers who were throwing up
earthworks everywhere. They were our own soldiers, of course, and we
applied for an ambulance and got one, and went back in it to Miss
Anne’s in town.
I shall never forget how that deserted house felt when we three women
and little Bobby entered it. The dust was on everything and there was
a musty smell about everywhere. That night Millie had high fever. Such
a wretched night as it was! no servants, no conveniences, little or
no food; Millie in a raging fever, little sleepy Bobby crying for his
mother and his supper; the shock of the Crater still upon us, danger
underneath, overhead, everywhere. The next morning Millie’s fever was
lower, and she seemed better.
“We must get her away from here, or she will die,” mother said.