We have been now surrounded by the enemy for two weeks, cut
off from every relative except our two households. Our male relations, who are
young enough, are all in the army, and we have no means of hearing one word
from them. The roar of artillery we hear almost every day, but have no means of
hearing the result. We see the picket-fires of the enemy every night, but have,
so far, been less injured by them than we anticipated. They sometimes surround
our houses, but have never yet searched them.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 140
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