Beulah Land - Part 1
Monday, April 21, 1884
As I start to write this, I feel almost a felon, since I have sworn in my duties as telegraph operator here in Beulah to keep all matters that may cross my desk a secret from all but the concerned parties mentioned in the telegraphs I receive and send. But I am only 23 years old, unmarried and lonely, and must have someone with which to correspond, even if it is only with myself, so I am beginning to keep Beulah’s secrets between the pages of my ledger book. I will show them to no one else; they will never come to light, except perhaps some day in the future, when I am dead, and everyone these secrets concern are dead, and no more harm can be done by someone else knowing them.
But first, for posterity, I will tell whoever reads this a few secrets of my own. My name is Isiah Carver. I was born and raised in Hadleyburg, a small town in Tennessee, which all but disappeared more than twenty years ago in the War. My father was one of those many, many boys of the town who marched away to battle, never to return, so I cannot remember him, since he left my mother and me behind when I was but a baby. He did not fight for the Confederacy, as so many other young men of Hadleyburg did, but for the North. When he died, my mother said there was not a great deal of mourning paid to him, a fact which she forever felt bitter about, until she herself died when I was ten.