1902 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER 
A Trek to the South. 
Past VI. 
The home of Miss Elisan Brown and 
her sister Catharine, where our trekkers 
made their next stop, in Winchester, Va., 
bristles with historic interest. Here, in 
the old Colonial days, their forebears, 
with a party of Quaker refugees, had 
cleared their land, built their home and 
tilled their fields. Through all the trou¬ 
blous days of the Revolution the tide of 
war swept back and forth over the set¬ 
tlement; and many a tired notable or 
private, from both sides of the fray, 
found rest and refreshment for himself 
and beast at Apple-pie Homestead. 
Again, after long, peaceful and prosper¬ 
ous years America’s great Civil War 
shook the little community to its center; 
though long before Sumter’s guns rang 
out, hundreds and hundreds of runaway 
slaves were speeded across the boundary 
line and up to the North by them; and 
it was an open secret that Quaker sym¬ 
pathies were with the slaves and their 
deliverers. Few sections of the South 
suffered more from levies on food and 
devastated crops. At times the troops 
focussed their struggles here, and if one 
day the “Blues” overran their streets, 
homes and fields, on the next it would 
be the “Grays” who were fed and suc¬ 
cored, and the inmates of Apple-pie 
Homestead worked and helped and suf¬ 
fered with the others. 
It is a question whether such non-par¬ 
ticipants—debarred by creed from active 
warfare—do not have a harder time of 
it than if they threw in their fortune on 
the one side or the other. Certain I am 
that Miss Elisan, with her decision of 
character and warm sympathies, con¬ 
quered and repressed wilder tempests of 
feeling during those few years of the 
War than a dozen of us ordinary indi¬ 
viduals will, collectively, in a lifetime. 
It was long after those exciting days 
when I first met her, and much of party 
bitterness had died away. Gen. Grant’s 
misfortunes and beautiful uprightness, 
and his patience during the long months 
of suffering which culminated in his 
death, roused intense admiration and 
sorrow in all brave hearts, and a delega¬ 
tion of southern officers was sent to New 
York with floral offerings for his tomb, 
to be placed there Decoration Day, May 
30, 1886. On the preceding Sunday our 
city was thronged with strangers, Miss 
Elisan and her sister among them up 
from their home in Virginia to partici¬ 
pate in the exercises, and incidentally 
have a few days of sightseeing. My in¬ 
troduction to them, if slightly amusing, 
was altogether delightful. 
Having read—along back in war times 
—of the crowds who, during his preach¬ 
ing failed even to obtain standing room 
in Henry Ward Beecher’s church, the 
sisters determined not to be so balked 
of their heart’s desire, and therefore 
started from their boarding place at 
half-past five o’clock Sunday morning, 
and crossing the Brooklyn Bridge, prob¬ 
ably reached there a trifle alter six 
o’clock. At any rate, when I swung 
around the porch for breakfast that love¬ 
ly morning, Miss Catharine was sitting 
on the mounting block at our curb, white 
and exhausted, while Miss Elisan paced 
slowly back and forth beside her. Not 
many seconds were lost in eliciting the 
facts of the case, and in bringing the 
dear, tired, hungry ladies indoors, and 
placing hot coffee and rolls before them; 
after partaking of which they enjoyed a 
rest and we the narration of many inter¬ 
esting events, some of which are herein 
related, and then we tooK them next door 
to Plymouth Church, and ushered them 
into our pew, where, with shining, happy 
faces, they listened to their beloved 
hero and America’s great preacher. Next 
day we together witnessed the most af¬ 
fecting and beautiful services ever held 
in New York on Decoration Day, and in 
the evening attended the memorial meet¬ 
ing at the Academy of Music, Brooklyn. 
Though at an early hour the building 
was literally packed with an enthusiastic 
audience, we were so fortunate as to se¬ 
cure good seats, well up towards the 
front and in full view of the stage which 
was beautifully decorated in honor of 
the occasion and the guests and speakers 
of the evening. 
As one and another dropped into the 
appointed place, Miss Elisan’s face 
would light up and a smiling interchange 
of reminiscence pass between the sis¬ 
ters. The soft, southern voice would 
whisper: “Catharine, dost thee see Gen. 
Blank?” Or it would be, “Oh, sister, 
there is Maj. So-and-so!” Or a Senator, 
Governor or noted civilian’s name was 
spoken in tones of friendliest comrade¬ 
ship, interspersed with short explana¬ 
tions to me, such as: “He was wounded 
at our place”; “He came to us for news 
of his brother, reported missing,” or 
“His mother was there when he had the 
fever,” or “His company camped on our 
lawn.” So the record went on, till the 
very air about us seemed charged with 
the ghosts of those pitiful, by-gone days, 
and I felt that never, until that night, 
had I realized what the Civil War meant 
to America and Americans. It was just 
eight o’clock when a distinguished 
group, headed by Mr. Beecher, marched 
down the stage and took their seats; 
then Capt Squires and Capt. Jack Craw¬ 
ford, resplendent in Federal regalia, en¬ 
tered, escorting the five Confederate offi¬ 
cers, in “Confederate grey” of the Robert 
E. Lee Camp, Richmond, Va., who had 
brought the southern flowers, and that 
day laid them on their dead President’s 
grave. The appearance on the stage of 
this noble group, signaled the letting 
loose of such a burst of applause as is 
not often heard. The crowd rose en 
masse and cheered and cheered, hand¬ 
kerchiefs were waved and I felt a lump 
in my throat and tears ran unheeded 
down many faces. 
When finally quiet was restored the 
exercises commenced. While enjoying 
every bar of music and every word 
spoken I gradually became greatly inter¬ 
ested in watching several of the officers. 
As their glances wandered over the sea 
of upturned faces, suddenly—always at 
the same point—a look of alert interest 
and then a smile of pleased recognition 
flashed into the tired eyes. At first I 
was puzzled to account for it, but finally 
understood. It was Miss Elisan and Miss 
Catherine whom they saw. They, too, 
remembered, and it was 20 years ago! 
Yes, and more than this. At the close 
of the meeting they hurried down off the 
stage to us with outstretched hands and 
eager greeting. There was a mingling 
of the blue and the grey, of gold and sil¬ 
ver braids, of stars and eagles and cost¬ 
ly badges, of broad shoulders and hand¬ 
some heads, and in the center of it all 
these two plain, gentle, middle-aged 
ladies, in their quiet garb of black. It 
only lasted a few minutes, then the 
crowd melted away and we were out 
alone, under the stars, wending our steps 
homeward, but the memory of that scene 
remained and I walked in its height; and 
during the few days left us together, we 
grew to a mutual understanding and in¬ 
terest that has spanned and kept green 
the long years that have intervened. So 
when my loved ones started on their 
long trek south I was greatly comforted 
by the knowledge that at Apple-pie 
Homestead my friends would welcome 
and speed them on their journey. 
f. e. w. 
If there be one thing upon earth that 
mankind love and admire better than 
another, it is a brave man—it is a man 
who dares look the devil in the face 
and tell him he is the devil.—James A. 
Garfield. 
THERE IS A CLASS OF PEOPLE 
Who are Injured by tne use of coffee. Recently there 
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takes the place of coffee. The most delicate stomach 
receives it without distress, and but few can tell It 
from coffee. It does not cost over 'A as much. 
Children may drink it with great benefit, l.ic. and 
25c. per package. Try it. Ask for GRAIN-0 
i37 
Rural Recipes. 
Honey Apple Cake.—Wash two cup¬ 
fuls of dried apples (old-fashioned kind 
are the best) and soak them over night. 
Next morning drain them and mince as 
fine as possible and simmer for two 
hours in a pint of honey. Pour into a 
bowl and add while hot half a cupful of 
butter, stir until butter is melted and 
mixed, then let cool. Add a cupful of 
sifted sugar and half a cupful of milk, 
a teaspoon ful each of cloves and cinna¬ 
mon, the grated rind of half a lemon, 
two eggs well beaten and two cupfuls of 
flour in which you have mixed two tea¬ 
spoonfuls of baking powder. Line long, 
shallow tins with buttered paper and 
pour in the batter to depth of half an 
inch. When baked cut into strips size 
of lady fingers and dust the surface with 
powdered sugar. 
Dried Apple cake.—Soak the dried 
apples over night and in the morning 
chop fine, having two cupfuls; then sim¬ 
mer in two cupfuls of molasses until ap¬ 
ples are soft. Cream two cupfuls of 
sugar with a scant cupful of butter; add 
three well beaten eggs; then the apples 
and molasses; half a pound of raisins 
seeded, three cupfuls of flour, sifted 
with two teaspoonfuls baking powder 
and half a teaspoonful each of cinna¬ 
mon, cloves and grated nutmeg. Bake 
in very moderate oven as you would 
fruit cake. 
Pear Pudding.—Put one quart of 
canned pears into a baking dish; add a 
finger length of stick cinnamon and 
three cloves. If the pears have not been 
sweetened sufficiently when put up add 
sugar to make them quite sweet, a tea¬ 
spoonful of butter and dredge a tea¬ 
spoonful of flour over the top. Place 
the dish on the range where it will heat 
while you mix a pint of flour into a bis¬ 
cuit dough according to well-known di¬ 
rections; make a very soft dough; pat 
into shape with the hands and cover the 
pears. Bake about 25 minutes. There 
should be rich juice enough to moisten 
the crust. If preferred it may have 
plain cream served with it. 
Buttermilk Muffins.—Beat two eggs 
light in a quart of good buttermilk, stir 
in flour to make a thick batter, add a 
teaspoonful of salt and one of soda dis¬ 
solved in hot water. Bake in well- 
greased tins or muffin rings for 20 or 
25 minutes. When done, serve at once 
ana do not cut, but break open. 
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