Extract from the
"Confederate Veteran" 1893
In the early twilight of a spring morning a few years ago, when the train stopped at Calera, Ala., a feeble old lady who was at the station started to enter the train, and was unable to ascend the steps. Seeing her predicament, I stepped from the platform and assisted her. When the train was under way for Montgomery she was anxious to manifest her appreciation of my kindness, she said her name was Yancey, and to any question of whether her husband was related to William Lowndes Yancey, she said, "He was that same man."
Arising, removing my hat and extending my hand,
I said that notwithstanding the abuse of Mr. Yancey
I wanted the honor of knowing his wife. Her response was as peculiar as the former remark, and with measured tone, in pathetic emphasis, she said, " NO man knew my husband!"