Hear that there was fighting yesterday all day at
Callihans, six miles west of Covington; that the Home Guard and cadets were
being pushed on as fast as they could move, in order to assist, and expected to
arrive at 4 o'clock, P. M. So my husband and Bro. W. may have been in a
battle — may be wounded — may be prisoners — may be killed
— all is uncertainty. These torturing rumors are very hard to bear.
Exceedingly cold today. A Flag of Truce note from Julia to
W. — Father is sick, to add to my anxieties. Had a letter in reply to mine to
Judge Ould about William Cocke. Mine was sent on to Washington City, and is
returned endorsed, “No record of W. F. Cocke.” So that settles the question; he
perished in the assault upon Gettysburg. I have to communicate this to his
mother. What awful times we live in!
SOURCE: Elizabeth Preston Allan, The Life and Letters
of Margaret Junkin Preston, p. 170-1
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