Yesterday evening we had another visit from the Lancers:
they fed their horses at M's barn, ripping off the planks that the corn might
roll out. The door was opened by the overseer, but that was too slow a way for
thieves and robbers. They encamped for the night in front of W. C. was detained here yesterday by rain, and
was not at home all day, and they took that opportunity for searching every
thing. While they were filling the wagons at the bam, four officers went over
every part of the house, even the drawers and trunks. They were moderate in
their robberies, only taking some damask towels and napkins from the drawers,
and a cooked ham and a plate of rolls from the pantry. These men wore the
trappings of officers! While I write, I have six wagons in view at my brother's
barn, taking off his corn, and the choice spirits accompanying them are
catching the sheep and carrying them off. This robbery now goes on every day.
The worst part of our thraldom is, that we can hear nothing from our own army
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 141-2
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