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Varina Davis, Jefferson Davis: Ex-President of the Confederate States of America, A Memoir by his Wife, Volume 1, Chapter 6: Fort Crawford, 1828-29. (search)
us service and returned to Fort Crawford. Illustrating the shifting boundaries of the territories General A. C. Dodge mentioned the remarkable history of a house near Burlington. It was built by that pioneer and honored lawyer Timber Woods. Here one of his children was born, in the territory of Michigan; the next child, born in the self-same cabin, was a native of Wisconsin, and the third was in the territory of Iowa. As a companion to this story the general mentioned that the Hon. Mr. Duncan, living not far from Carydon, without changing his residence, first served as a member of the Missouri Legislature, and afterward as a member of the Iowa Territorial Legislature. There were few amusements for the young men in the long winter evenings. Sometimes what were called gumbo balls were got up by the neighboring settlers, at which the respectable young women of the different families were present, and the officers and other people of the neighborhood danced with them. The refr
Varina Davis, Jefferson Davis: Ex-President of the Confederate States of America, A Memoir by his Wife, Volume 1, Chapter 23: the Senate in 1845. (search)
use, he was mourned by all who knew him. Mr. Davis left Washington without unnecessary delay and travelled post homeward. Our return was over the same perilous way, called then The national route, over which we had climbed so painfully the cold December of 1845; but now the whole mountain sides were rosy with the blossoms of the laurel, and nothing could have been more attractive than the scenery. One day we heard a rumbling noise in front of us, and in a few minutes caught up with Duncan's battery going down to Mexico. Mr. Davis got out of the stage, and had a few moments' eager conversation with the fair-haired stripling who sat on the caisson, and then came back alert and flushed by the anticipation of his prospective campaign, which seemed even to me to take shape, and become real after I saw the first harbinger of war. During the greater part of the journey Mr. Davis studied a little pocket edition of military tactics, and, when I remonstrated, explained agreeably the m