McClellan certainly retreating. We begin to breathe more
freely; but he fights as he goes. Oh, that he may be surrounded before he gets
to his gun-boats! Rumours are flying about that he is surrounded; but we do not
believe it — only hope that he may be before he reaches the river. The city is
sad, because of the dead and dying, but our hearts are filled with gratitude
and love. The end is not yet — oh that it were!
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 126-7
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