After breakfast this morning I went over to my grave-yard to see what
had befallen that. To my joy, I found it had not been disturbed. As I
stood by my dead, I felt rejoiced that they were at rest. Never have I
felt so perfectly reconciled to the death of my husband as I do
to-day, while looking upon the ruin of his lifelong labor. How it
would have grieved him to see such destruction! Yes, theirs is the lot
to be envied. At rest, rest from care, rest from heartaches, from
trouble....
Found one of my large hogs killed just outside the grave-yard.
Walked down to the swamp, looking for the wagon and gear that Henry
hid before he was taken off. Found some of my sheep; came home very
much wearied, having walked over four miles.
Mr. and Mrs. Rockmore called. Major Lee came down again after some
cattle, and while he was here the alarm was given that more Yankees
were coming. I was terribly alarmed and packed my trunks with
clothing, feeling assured that we should be burned out now. Major Lee
swore that he would shoot, which frightened me, for he was intoxicated
enough to make him ambitious. He rode off in the direction whence it
was said they were coming. Soon after, however, he returned, saying it
was a false alarm, that it was some of our own men. Oh, dear! Are we
to be always living in fear and dread! Oh, the horrors, the horrors of
war!
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