“Kingston, Ga., Nov. 16 ‘64 – Dear Hattie, We start tomorrow for the south, destroying things as we go. There will be no communication between us for some time. The mail goes in 15 minutes. If you never hear from me again, take good care of yourself and the children. Write as usual and some of your letters may reach me somewhere. – The natives around here are queer specimens of humanity. The women look as if they are all head and legs. Their waistlines are clear up under their arms. No hoops encase their legs, nor bran bags adorn their backs. Cotton is so scarce they can’t afford it for ‘breast works’! — No more, the mail boy is waiting . Kiss the babies for me. Your affectionate husband.”
(The women must indeed have looked strange to one accustomed to the over-upholstered ladies of the period, when even little girls wore hoop skirts).
And with this David started off with Sherman’s army on the historic March through Georgia. He leaves no record of this campaign in his letters. When he writes again, it is Dec. 14, almost a month later, and the 17th is in camp 5 miles from Savannah, which is still in Rebel hands. Then:
“Dec. 21, ‘64 – Dear Hattie, You write of the many sad hearts on Thanksgiving. Now how many glad hearts are there in the North? You must now know that the Rebs left Savannah last night, and we have it. I have been all over the city today.”
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