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
“Yes,” said Bob. “I took the despatch to Betty while she was at church
this morning. He told her to be ready and he would come to Richmond
this afternoon for the ceremony. You see, General Lee is going to move
the army west, and nobody knows for how long it will be gone, nor what
will happen, and if Betty is married to Walter she can go to him if he
gets hurt.”
Of course, as Bob had to make all the necessary arrangements for the
event his escort at the present moment was out of the question.
Somehow Mrs. Sampson managed to get her barrel of flour and have it
brought to her room, but we didn’t get anything.
That afternoon as I sat at my window I saw Walter ride up to the
Crenshaws’, where Betty was staying. He remained in the house just long
enough for the ceremony to be performed, came out, sprang on his horse,
and rode away rapidly.
President Davis and his Cabinet left Richmond that afternoon in a
special train. Everybody who could go was going. We had no money to go
with, though we did not know where we would have gone if the money had
been forthcoming.
As darkness came upon the city confusion and disorder increased. People
were running about everywhere with plunder and provisions. Barrels and
boxes were rolled and tumbled about the streets as they had been all
day. Barrels of liquor were broken open and the gutters ran with whisky
and molasses. There were plenty of straggling soldiers about who had
too much whisky, rough women had it plentifully, and many negroes were
drunk. The air was filled with yells, curses, cries of distress, and
horrid songs. No one in the house slept. We moved about between each
other’s rooms, talked in whispers, and tried to nerve ourselves for
whatever might come. A greater part of the night I sat at my window.
In the pale dawn I saw a light shoot up from Shockoe Warehouse.
Presently soldiers came running down the streets. Some carried balls of
tar; some carried torches. As they ran they fired the balls of tar and
pitched them onto the roofs of prominent houses and into the windows
of public buildings and churches. I saw balls pitched on the roof of
General R. E. Lee’s home. As the day grew lighter I saw a Confederate
soldier on horseback pause almost under my window. He wheeled and
fired behind him; rode a short distance, wheeled and fired again; and
so on, wheeling and firing as he went until he was out of sight. Coming
up the street from that end toward which his fire had been directed and
from which he had come, rode a body of men in blue uniforms. It was
not a very large body, they rode slowly, and passed just beneath my
window. Exactly at eight o’clock the Confederate flag that fluttered
above the Capitol came down and the Stars and Stripes were run up. We
knew what that meant! The song “On to Richmond!” was ended--Richmond
was in the hands of the Federals. We covered our faces and cried aloud.
All through the house was the sound of sobbing. It was as the house of
mourning, the house of death.