Dr. T. called to-day, to say that the firing we heard on
Friday was from our guns shelling the enemy, to drive them lower down the
Chickahominy. Letters, by underground railroad, from our dear William, at Fort
Delaware. He complains of nothing but his anxiety to be exchanged, and the
impossibility of hearing from home. C, at the same time, got a letter from my
brother. He writes in good spirits about our affairs. Jackson's career is
glorious. The sick and wounded are doing well; hospitals are in good order, and
the ladies indefatigable in nursing. Surgeon-like, he tells more of the wounded
than any thing else. Rev. Mr. C. came up to-day, and gave us some amusing
incidents of Stuart's raid. As some of our men rode by Mr. B's gate, several of
them went in with Mr. B's sons for a few moments. A dead Yankee lay at the
gate. Mrs. W. (Mrs. B's daughter) supposing he was only wounded, ran out with
restoratives to his assistance. While standing there, two Yankees came up. Mrs.
W. ordered them to surrender, which one did without the slightest hesitation,
giving up his arms, which she immediately carried in to her younger brother,
who was badly armed. The other escaped, but her prisoner went along with the
crowd. Yankee wagons are again taking off corn from W. The men are very
impertinent to C.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 146-7
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