Yankee wagons about all day, looking for corn and fodder. I
am thankful to say that M. has none for them, the flood of last year having
destroyed W's corn crop. I felt to-day our short-sightedness; what they
considered a calamity when the flood came, we feel now to be a blessing, as we
are not able to furnish food for our foes. God forgive me for my feelings
towards them; but when I see insolent fellows riding around and around our
dwellings, seeking what they may devour, every evil feeling of my heart is
kindled against them and their whole nation. They, the murderers of our
husbands, sons, fathers, thinking themselves at liberty to riot over our
homesteads! They got their wagons filled from my brother's barn, aid in return
pretended to give a bond, which they know is not worth the paper on which it is
written. One had the assurance to tell C. that her husband would be paid if he
took the oath of allegiance. She told him that he would not do that for all the
corn in the Southern Confederacy. Within two or three days they have become
very bold; they ride up and demand the key of the corn-house or meat-house, and
if it is not immediately given, they break open the door and help themselves.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 141
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