This place is completely overrun by soldiers passing and repassing.
Friday night five stayed here, last night two more, and another has just gone.
One, last night, a bashful Tennesseean, had never tasted sugar-cane. We were
sitting around a blazing fire, enjoying it hugely, when in answer to our
repeated invitations to help himself, he confessed he had never eaten it. Once
instructed, though, he got on remarkably well, and ate it in a civilized
manner, considering it was a first attempt.
Everything points to a speedy attack on Port Hudson. Rumors
reach us from New Orleans of extensive preparations by land and water, and of
the determination to burn Clinton as soon as they reach it, in revenge for the
looms that were carried from Baton Rouge there, and which can soon be put in
working order to supply our soldiers, negroes, and ourselves with necessary
clothing. Of two evils, if Baton Rouge is to be overrun by Yankees, and Clinton
burned, I would rather await them at home.
SOURCE: Sarah Morgan Dawson, A Confederate Girl's
Diary, p. 265-6
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