I can scarcely
control myself to sit quietly down and write of the good news brought by the
mail of to-day; I mean the victory — on our side almost bloodless victory — at
Bethel. It took place on the 10th. Strange that such brilliant news was
so long delayed! The enemy lost 200 men, and we but one. He, poor fellow,
belonged to a North Carolina regiment, and his bereaved mother received his body.
She lives in Richmond. It seems to me that Colonel Magruder must have displayed
consummate skill in the arrangement of his little squad of men. His “blind
battery” succeeded admirably. The enemy had approached in two parties from
Fortress Monroe, and, by mistake, fired into each other, causing great
slaughter. They then united and rushed into the jaws of death, or, in other
words, into the range of the guns of the blind battery. I feel sorry, very
sorry, for the individual sufferers among the Yankees, particularly for those
who did not come voluntarily; but they have no business here, and the more
unsuccessful they are the sooner their government will recall them. I do
believe that the hand of God was in this fight, we were so strangely
successful. How we all gathered around M. M. as she read the account given in
the paper; and how we exulted and talked, and how Mr. P. walked backwards and
forwards, rubbing his hands with delight!
The camp at
Harper's Ferry is broken up. General Johnston knows why; I am sure that I do
not. He is sending out parties of troops to drive off the Yankees, who are
marauding about the neighbouring counties, but who are very careful to keep
clear of the "Ferry." The Second Regiment, containing some of our
dear boys, has been lately very actively engaged in pursuit of these marauders,
and we are kept constantly anxious about them.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 30-1
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