Her Christmas at the Hermitage: A Tale About Rachel and Andrew Jackson

Her Christmas at the Hermitage: A Tale About Rachel and Andrew Jackson

Hannah was fat and her knees were getting stiff. When she had a chance to rest on the well-polished stool before the fireplace, it was a groaning misery for her to get up again. Her head, wrapped in a starched white turban, thrust forward followed by a lunge of her shoulders till finally her legs could be persuaded to lift her erect. But once on foot she glared at the black women who giggled in corners, and at toothless old Moll. Moll had come all the way from Virginia. She remembered the long terrifying journey down the river to the Cumberland, the Indians, the hardships. She was privileged. She had no work to do now. You black trash better stir your stumps, 2 Hannah snapped, Heap of company comin. You, Betty, you put more sage in that dressin. I raised them turkeys. Aint goin to have em ruint. Mis Jackson, she like her turkey seasoned high. Betty, narrow-faced and thin-lipped, gave an irritated shrug. But she did not look about for sympathetic support from the others, from the heckling tyranny of old Hannah, knowing that it would be nonexistent. Betty was a pariah on the plantation, holding her place only because she was the best cook in the county. Last year she had been sent back from Pensacola for rebellious behavior. It was whispered that she had been ordered whipped by General Jackson, had escaped that bitter disgrace because the Generals lady had a heart as soft as butter. No other house servant at the Hermitage had ever been ordered whipped and the stigma of her disgrace lay now over Bettys peaked brows, her bitter mouth. Nobody ever talked to her, they all shied away from her aura of wickedness. All but Emily Donelson, Rachel Jacksons favorite niece. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 65782
Author: Miller, Helen Topping
Release Date: Jul 6, 2021
Format: eBook
Language: English