A very cold morning. Elbert [the negro coachman] has to go to mill
this morning, and I shall go with him, fearing that, if he is alone,
my mule may be taken from him, for there are still many straggling
soldiers about. Mounted in the little wagon, I went, carrying wheat
not only for myself, but for my neighbors. Never did I think I would
have to go to mill! Such are the changes that come to us! History
tells us of some illustrious examples of this kind. Got home just at
night.
Mr. Kennedy stopped all night with us. He has been refugeeing on his
way home. Every one we meet gives us painful accounts of the
desolation caused by the enemy. Each one has to tell his or her own
experience, and fellow-suffering makes us all equal and makes us all
feel interested in one another.
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