A cry of "Yankees," this morning, sent us to the
windows; there we saw a regiment of Lancers, one of regulars, one of rifles,
and another of zouaves, composed of the most dreadful-looking creatures I ever
beheld, with red caps and trowsers; also two guns. They were on their way to
the Wyoming bridge, which they destroyed, and then made a reconnoissance of the
Court House road. On their return they called here, boasting that they had
killed one of our men; they advised M. to hang out a white flag to protect her
house, which she, of course, declined doing.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 137-8
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