Yesterday was the only day for three weeks that we have been
free from the hated presence of Yankees[.] Aaron, whom we sent for Mr. C, was not allowed
to pass the picket-post, so we took the body of our poor young captain and
buried it ourselves in the S. H. grave-yard, with no one to interrupt us. The
girls covered his honoured grave with flowers. He and our precious W. lie side
by side, martyrs to a holy cause.
We have heard nothing from General Stuart; he had 5,000 men
and three guns. The pickets have disappeared from around us. The servant we
sent for Mr. C. says that General S. burnt the encampment near the Old Church,
on Saturday evening, killed many horses, and severely wounded a captain, who
refused to surrender; the men scampered into the woods. He represents the Yankees
as very much infuriated, vowing vengeance upon our people, from which we hope
that they have been badly used. We feel intensely anxious about our brigade.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 143-4
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