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Hairston Breckinridge, too, I imagine. Tell Car'line." Miss Lucy readdressed the letters for her brother, a year older than herself, and the master of Greenwood, a strong Whig influence in his section of the State, and now in Richmond, in the Convention there, speaking earnestly for amity, a better understanding between Sovereign States, and a happily restored Union.
The greatest of the tobacco planters in this period was Samuel Hairston, whose many plantations lying in the upper Piedmont on both sides of the Virginia-North Carolina boundary were reported in 1854 to have slave populations aggregating some 1600 souls, and whose gardens at his homestead in Henry County, Virginia, were likened to paradise.
"Hairston Breckinridge says that he won't discuss the possibility at all he'll only say what he said to-day, that every one should work for peace, and that war between brothers is horrible." "It is. No. He wears a uniform. He cannot talk." They went on in silence for a time, over the winter road, through the crystal air.
On the old, broad, pillared porch the two found the second Miss Cary and young Hairston Breckinridge. Apparently in training the roses they had discovered a thorn. They sat in silence at opposite sides of the steps nursing the recollection. Breckinridge regarded the toe of his boot, Unity the distant Blue Ridge, until, Mr.
It's Allan Gold, from Thunder Run." "I am pleased to meet you, sir," said Allan. "You have been saying what I should like to have been able to say myself." "I am pleased that you are pleased. Are you, too, from the university?" "No, sir. I couldn't go. I teach the school on Thunder Run." "Allan knows more," said Hairston Breckinridge, "than many of us who are at the university.
He smiled, waved his hand, spoke a short word to Hairston Breckinridge, and hurried on. He passed the 2d Virginia, mourning its colonel Colonel Allen fallen in the front of the charge. He passed other bivouacs men of Rodes's, of Garland's, of Trimble's. "Where is General Jackson?" "Can't tell you, sir " "Here is General Ewell."
The latter spoke. "Major Cary, you don't remember me. I'm Hairston Breckinridge, sir, and I've been once or twice to Greenwood with Edward. I was there Christmas before last, when you came home wounded " The older man put out a ready hand. "Yes, yes, I do remember! We had a merry Christmas! I am glad to meet you again, Mr. Breckinridge. Is this your brother?" "No, sir.
"By gosh, I've heard the captain give some mighty good guesses! I'm going to ask him. Captain, what d' ye reckon we camped ten days in that mud hole for?" Hairston Breckinridge gave the question consideration. "Well, Tom, maybe there were reasons, after all. General Ewell, for instance he could have joined us there any minute. They say he's going to take our place at Elk Run to-night!" "That so?
"Hairston Breckinridge says that Major Cary's niece is with him at Lauderdale." "Yes. Judith Cary." "That's the beautiful one, isn't it?" "They are all said to be beautiful the three Greenwood Carys. But Yes, that is the beautiful one." He began to hum a song, and as he did so he lifted his wide soft hat and rode bareheaded.
"Richard Richard was not killed?" "No. But many were. Hairston Breckinridge was killed and some of the Thunder Run men and very many others. Almost destroyed, Carlton said. They crossed at sunset. There were a swamp and a wood and a hollow commanded by hills. The enemy was in force behind the hill, and there was beside a considerable command in ambush, concealed in the woods by the swamp.
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