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Dixon, Thomas, 1864-1946

"The Victim A romance of the Real Jefferson Davis"


The dusty road had peeled the skin off both her heels but no
matter--thank God, she was at home again.
Orders were issued now from the Federal commandant for the government of
the town. No person was permitted to leave without a pass. All families
were prohibited to leave--except persons separated by the former
exodus. Cannon were planted in every street. Five thousand soldiers had
been thrown into the city, General Williams commanding. Any house
unoccupied by its owners would be used by the soldiers.
Jennie decided to stick to the house at all hazards until forced to go.
She walked down town to the post office in the vain hope a letter might
have come through from New Orleans to her grandmother. Soldiers were
lounging in the streets in squads of forty and fifty. A crowd was
playing cards in the ditch and swearing as they fought the flies. Crowds
of soldiers relieved from duty were marching aimlessly along the street.
Some were sleeping on the pavements, others sprawled flat on their backs
in the sun, heads pillowed in each other's lap.
To her surprise a letter addressed in the familiar handwriting of her
brother was handed out at the post office by the young soldier in
charge.
The seal had been broken.
Jennie's eyes flashed with rage.


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