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Behind the Scenes. 117
crossed the threshold of the Guest's Room in
which he died, or the Green Room in which he
was embalmed. There was something supernatural in her dread of these things, and something that she could not explain. Tad's nature
was the opposite of Willie's, and he was always
regarded as his father's favorite child. His black
eyes fairly sparkled with mischief.
The war progressed, fair fields had been stain-
ed with blood, thousands of brave men had fallen,
and thousands of eyes were weeping for the fallen
at home. There were desolate hearthstones in
the South as well as in the North, and as the
people of my race watched the sanguinary struggle, the ebb and flow of the tide of battle, they
lifted their faces Zionward, as if they hoped to
catch a glimpse of the Promised Land beyond
the sulphureous clouds of smoke which shifted
now and then but to reveal ghastly rows of new-
made graves. Sometimes the very life of the
nation seemed to tremble with the fierce shock
| Title | Behind the scenes, or, Thirty years a slave and four years in the White House |
| Creator | Keckley, Elizabeth |
| Publisher | G.W. Carleton & Co. |
| Place of Publication | New York |
| Date | 1868 |
| Language | eng |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Title | 00000122 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | Behind the Scenes. 117 crossed the threshold of the Guest's Room in which he died, or the Green Room in which he was embalmed. There was something supernatural in her dread of these things, and something that she could not explain. Tad's nature was the opposite of Willie's, and he was always regarded as his father's favorite child. His black eyes fairly sparkled with mischief. The war progressed, fair fields had been stain- ed with blood, thousands of brave men had fallen, and thousands of eyes were weeping for the fallen at home. There were desolate hearthstones in the South as well as in the North, and as the people of my race watched the sanguinary struggle, the ebb and flow of the tide of battle, they lifted their faces Zionward, as if they hoped to catch a glimpse of the Promised Land beyond the sulphureous clouds of smoke which shifted now and then but to reveal ghastly rows of new- made graves. Sometimes the very life of the nation seemed to tremble with the fierce shock |
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