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Text for Page 098 [12-15-1861]

	  Mary Scoville and her Mother.
acceptable.     He told me he considered a war with
England inevitable, talked familiarly of this and
that public man, was loud, hospitable, shrewd,
violent in conversation � in short, the old Joe Scoville
of the �Pick� and �Herald.�    We supped down stairs,
returning to the front parlor for the evening, partly
in company with another visitor � I think a relative
of Mrs Scoville � at any rate a Southerner.  I got
very friendly with little Mary Scoville, the daughter,
who sat on my knee, prattling, and busying herself
plaiting my beard and curling my hair.         She is a
pretty, sharp child, and recognized me immediately
on at first sight.            Scoville�s wife is thorough-
ly Southern in manner and speech, local, clan-
nish, frank, wilful, demonstrative: I noti-
ced her expressions of partisanship took a de-
fiant form even, to those whose cause she espou-
sed, � as thus, she thought that the Charlestonians
themselves ought to be drowned, hanged, if they did
not burn their city rather than let �the Yankees� get
it!    She repeated this once or twice.      I liked her
pluck and good-looks and, wearied with the eter-
nal onesidedness of the question and vilification of
England, could in some measure sympathize with
her.        Oddly enough, friendly as they were to me,
I ascertained that both husband and wife suspected
me of being the Charleston correspondent of the               
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