Rose before 5 o'clock this morning, and had a pleasant ride
on horseback with my husband before breakfast. It gave me back my earlier days
for the time, to find myself cantering as of old over the hills. Rode a fine
horse of Mr. Ruffner's of Harrisonburg, sent here to keep it from being seized
by the Federals. (Bro. Eben bought some indigo today, at $6.00 per lb.)
Mr. P. came home from the farm tonight, saying that
everybody out there had heard distinct cannonading during the day. I note it to
see if it shall turn out that there has been fighting within any audible distance
today.
SOURCE: Elizabeth Preston Allan, The Life and
Letters of Margaret Junkin Preston, p. 144-5
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