Had a letter from Mr. P. yesterday. He was at Harrisonburg,
having been obliged to fly from Winchester on foot, sleeping on the bare
ground. At Strausburg, 18 miles distant, he found an ambulance, in which he
went to Harrisonburg. It was hard to leave poor Frank in his helpless
condition, among strangers, and within Federal lines; the Federal army expected
to take possession Sunday morning, so that he is now a prisoner: and we will
not know anything about him. His Father had only been with him a day and a
half. But he was improving when he left him, and he had every attention from the
kind family in whose house he was. Still he is utterly cut off from his
friends, and if he should die we will not know it! These are some of the
experiences of this war.
SOURCE: Elizabeth Preston Allan, The Life and
Letters of Margaret Junkin Preston, p. 144
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