This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 Excerpt: ... flush spread over her delicate features, her breath came quickly; but she stood with the quiet of high breeding, and spoke simply. General ...Read MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 Excerpt: ... flush spread over her delicate features, her breath came quickly; but she stood with the quiet of high breeding, and spoke simply. General Grant was to cross the river the next day, with the intention of surprising the army. The grave importance of her news was reflected in General Lee's face, as he bent his noble head lower and lower toward her, listening with rapt attention. To the artistic eye of the young officer, standing in the background, he seemed the embodiment of thoughtful strength, and she of eager enthusiasm. The peculiar sweetness of her high voice, even in its whispers, caught his ear; and his admiration for the two contrasting figures, standing out against the white wall, deepened as he grasped their meaning better. Picking up an old envelope, he pencilled a hasty sketch on its back. Beneath it, with the enthusiasm of a sad prescience, he wrote: "How the Confederacy held out so long." This scrap of paper is still among his most cherished possessions. After Miss Etty had delivered her message, and answered a few pertinent questions, she knew that her work was done; and there being no further need of heroism, it took flight, leaving her trembling. General Lee's quick eye noted this. "And you have ridden forty miles by night to tell me this!" he said. The personal question confused Miss Etty, while veneration for the speaker overwhelmed her. As she faltered out an answer, a smile of exquisite enjoyment passed over the face of the general's aide. His commander's countenance remained immovable, and the little lady never knew that she had said "yes, ma'am," to the great soldier. His next question was even more kindly and gentle. "My dear child, how could your father let you go?" "I am thirty-three. My ...Read Less
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