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Updated: September 12, 2025
We're living in the nineteenth century." "And what if we are!" said Reb Shemuel, blazing up in turn. "The Torah is eternal. Thank God for your youth, and your health and strength, and do not blaspheme Him because you cannot have all the desire of your heart or the inclination of your eyes." "The desire of my heart," retorted David. "Do you imagine I am only thinking of my own suffering?
I was homesick for Antomir again To revisit Abner's Court or the Preacher's Synagogue, to speak to Reb Sender, or to the bewhiskered old soldier, the skeepskin tailor, if they were still living, was one of my day-dreams.
They laughed at our triumph, and mocked at our victory. They got Chattanooga. "Now, where are you, Johnny Reb? What are you going to do about it? You've got the dry grins, arn't you? We've got the key; when the proper time comes we'll unlock your doors and go in. You are going to starve us out, eh? We are not very hungry at present, and we don't want any more pie.
Sam was still grinning, but there was a curve of lip which was far from any real humor, even that provoked by the practical jokes of a barracks bully. "One of them kids had been sayin’ as how he rode with Forrest, regular li’l red-hot Reb, he is. Stomp all over us ... that’s what you Rebs has been promisin’ to do, ain’t it? Gonna stomp all over any Blue Bellies as comes into this town?
No one, indeed, would, before entering one of these poor, unpainted huts expect to find the cheerful and brilliant interior that greets his eyes. Let us enter one of the houses, that of Reb Mordecai Winenki. The table is covered with a snow-white cloth. The utensils are clean and bright. The board is spread with tempting viands.
Presently, the Reb said: "Go now to thy mother, and see also that the boy's room be made ready as of old. Perchance God will hear my prayer, and he will yet be restored to us." A new peace fell upon Hannah's soul. "My sacrifice was not in vain after all," she thought, with a throb of happiness that was almost exultation. But Levi never came back.
That was considered the boundary. It mattered not how large or small the stream, pickets rarely fired at each other. We would stand on each bank, and laugh and talk and brag across the stream. One day, while standing on the banks of the Chattahoochee, a Yankee called out: "Johnny, O, Johnny, O, Johnny Reb." Johnny answered, "What do you want?" "You are whipped, aren't you?" "No.
The mouse did the lion a favor once, and who knows but that a boy who is not old enough to be conscripted, may be able to do something for one of Uncle Sam's men?" "Good for you, Johnny. You're no reb. Any up this way?" "None nearer than Camp Pinckney. If there are we did not see them."
"To a Jew," she hastened to assure him, "But he is neither a Talmud-sage nor pious. He is newly returned from the Cape." "Ah, they are a link lot," muttered the Reb anxiously. "Where didst thou first meet him?" "At the Club," she answered. "At the Purim Ball the night before Sam Levine came round here to be divorced from me." He wrinkled his great brow. "Thy mother would have thee go," he said.
When I learned this I was very thankful that C had got into the well, for otherwise, we would have reached the road half an hour sooner and would in all probability have met this troop, and mistaken them for the reb guard, have charged them; and as they were not expecting to meet any one but enemies, they would very likely have attempted to break through and a fight would have taken place between us, which must have resulted in loss of life before the mistake was found out.
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