Yankee Girl at Fort Sumter

Girl at Fort Sumter, by Alice
Turner Curtis

Project Gutenberg's Yankee Girl at Fort Sumter, by Alice Turner Curtis
Copyright laws are changing all over the world. Be sure to check the
copyright laws for your country before downloading or redistributing
this or any other Project Gutenberg eBook.
This header should be the first thing seen when viewing this Project
Gutenberg file. Please do not remove it. Do not change or edit the
header without written permission.
Please read the "legal small print," and other information about the
eBook and Project Gutenberg at the bottom of this file. Included is
important information about your specific rights and restrictions in how
the file may be used. You can also find out about how to make a
donation to Project Gutenberg, and how to get involved.
**Welcome To The World of Free Plain Vanilla Electronic Texts**
**eBooks Readable By Both Humans and By Computers, Since
1971**
*****These eBooks Were Prepared By Thousands of
Volunteers!*****
Title: Yankee Girl at Fort Sumter
Author: Alice Turner Curtis
Release Date: May, 2004 [EBook #5696] [Yes, we are more than one

year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on August 9, 2002]
Edition: 10
Language: English
Character set encoding: ASCII
*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK YANKEE
GIRL AT FORT SUMTER ***

Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Rose Koven, Charles Franks and the
Online Distributed Proofreading Team.

A YANKEE GIRL AT FORT SUMTER
BY
ALICE TURNER CURTIS
AUTHOR OF The Little Maid's Historical Series, etc.
Illustrated by ISABEL W. CALEY
PHILADELPHIA 1920

INTRODUCTION
Sylvia Fulton, a little Boston girl, was staying with her father and
mother in the beautiful city of Charleston, South Carolina, just before
the opening of the Civil War. She had become deeply attached to her
new friends, and their chivalrous kindness toward the little northern girl,
as well as Sylvia's perilous adventure in Charleston Harbor, and the
amusing efforts of the faithful negro girl to become like her young
mistress, all tend to make this story one that every little girl will enjoy

reading, and from which she will learn of far-off days and of the high
ideals of southern honor and northern courage.
I. SYLVIA
II. A NEW FRIEND
III. SYLVIA IN TROUBLE
IV. AN UNEXPECTED JOURNEY
V. ESTRALLA AND ELINOR
VI. SYLVIA AT THE PLANTATION
VII. SYLVIA SEES A GHOST
VIII. A TWILIGHT TEA-PARTY
IX. TROUBLESOME WORDS
X. THE PALMETTO FLAG
XI. SYLVIA CARRIES A MESSAGE
XII. ESTRALLA HELPS
XIII. A HAPPY AFTERNOON
XIV. MR. ROBERT WAITE
XV. "WHERE IS SYLVIA?"
XVI. IN DANGER
XVII. A CHRISTMAS PRESENT
XVIII. GREAT NEWS
XIX. SYLVIA MAKES A PROMISE

XX. "TWO LITTLE DARKY GIRLS"
XXI. FORT SUMTER IS FIRED UPON
CHAPTER I
SYLVIA
"Your name is in a song, isn't it?" said Grace Waite, as she and her new
playmate, Sylvia Fulton, walked down the pleasant street on their way
to school.
"Is it? Can you sing the song?" questioned Sylvia eagerly, her blue eyes
shining at what promised to be such a delightful discovery.
Grace nodded smilingly. She was a year older than Sylvia, nearly
eleven years old, and felt that it was quite proper that she should be
able to explain to Sylvia more about her name than Sylvia knew
herself.
"It is something about 'spelling,'" she explained, and then sang, very
softly:
"'Then to Sylvia let us sing, That Sylvia is spelling. She excels each
mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling.'
"I suppose it means she was the best speller," Grace said soberly.
"I think it is a lovely song," said Sylvia. "I'll tell my mother about it. I
am so glad you told me, Grace."
Sylvia Fulton was ten years old, and had lived in Charleston, South
Carolina, for the past year. Before that the Fultons had lived in Boston.
Grace Waite lived in the house next to the one which Mr. Fulton had
hired in the beautiful southern city, and the two little girls had become
fast friends. They both attended Miss Patten's school. Usually Grace's
black mammy, Esther, escorted them to and from Miss Patten's, but on
this morning in early October they were allowed to go by themselves.

As they walked along they could look out across the blue harbor, and
see sailing vessels and rowboats coming and going. In the distance
were the three forts whose historic names were known to every child in
Charleston. Grace never failed to point them out to the little northern
girl, and to repeat their names:
"Castle Pinckney," she would say, pointing to the one nearest the city,
and then to the long dark forts at the mouth of the harbor, "Fort Sumter,
and Fort Moultrie."
"Don't stop to tell me the names of those old forts this morning," said
Sylvia. "I know just as much about