And the result was that she and her niece, and a lot of poor whites, Irish and Scotch, that she had to pick up ''long the river,' do all the work.

And her niece Sally was mo' than half Union woman during the wah, and up to all No'th'n tricks and dodges, and swearin' by them; and yet, for all that--the thing won't work." "But isn't that partly the reason?
Isn't her failure a great deal due to this lack of sympathy from her neighbors?
Discontent is easily sown, and the negro is still weighted down by superstition; the Fifteenth Amendment did not quite knock off ALL his chains." "Yes, but that is nothing to HER.

For if there ever was a person in this world who reckoned she was just born to manage everything and everybody, it is Sally Dows!" "Sally Dows!" repeated Courtland, with a slight start.
"Yes, Sally Dows, of Pineville." "You say she was half Union, but did she have any relations or--or--friends--in the war--on your side?
Any--who--were killed in battle ?" "They were all killed, I reckon," returned Miss Reed darkly.

"There was her cousin, Jule Jeffcourt, shot in the cemetery with her beau, who, they say, was Sally's too; there were Chet Brooks and Joyce Masterton, who were both gone on her and both killed too; and there was old Captain Dows himself, who never lifted his head again after Richmond was taken, and drank himself to death.

It wasn't considered healthy to be Miss Sally's relations in those times, or to be even wantin' to be one." Colonel Courtland did not reply.