"
"But if he is President, he is President," I said.
"For those that like him. We won't have him. Jefferson Davis
is my President. And all I can do to help him, I will. I can't
fight; I wish I could. My brother and my cousins and my uncle
will, though, that's one comfort; and what I can do I will."
"Then I think you are a traitor," I said.
I was hated among the Southern girls from that day. Hated with
a bitter violent hatred, which had indeed little chance to
show itself, but was manifested in a scornful, intense
avoidance of me. The bitterness of it is surprising to me even
now. I cared not very much for it. I was too much engrossed
with deeper interests of the time, both public and private.
The very next day came the President's call for seventy-five
thousand men; and the next the answer of the governor of
Kentucky, that "Kentucky would furnish no troops for the
wicked purpose of subduing her sister Southern States." I saw
this in the paper in the library; the other girls had no
access to the general daily news, or I knew there would have
been shoutings of triumph over Governor Magoffin.
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