Yesterday it rained steadily all day; the first day of
continuous rain we have had since August: and even yet, Mr. P. says, in plowing
today at the farm, they turn up dry earth.
Mr. P.'s cousin, Rev. R. Taylor here to tea tonight. He is a
chaplain in the army. It makes me feel despairing to hear him tell of the
ragged and barefoot soldiery: of the desolation inflicted by war: of the
country laid waste, and the houses burned, and the blackened chimneys standing.
It is a very serious question how the army is to be clothed and fed this
winter.
SOURCE: Elizabeth Preston Allan, The Life and
Letters of Margaret Junkin Preston, p. 155-6
No comments:
Post a Comment