The Yankees have returned upon us. They came this morning
early, and caught J. W's horse, which they took off. We can hear nothing of
General S. We presume he has returned to Richmond. We shall have to pay for it,
I dare say, by being robbed, etc.; but if it has done good to the great cause,
we do not mind personal loss. We are now honoured with a guard of twenty-five
men — why, we are at a loss to conjecture, unless our intercepted letters may
have convinced them that we are dangerous characters. We doubtless have the
will to do them harm enough, but, surrounded and watched as we are, the power
is wanting. Our guard is composed of regulars, who are much more decent men
than the volunteers.
C. commenced harvest yesterday, in a small way, but so many
servants are gone to the Yankees, that much of the wheat must be lost, and the
corn cannot be worked. The milkmaid amused herself at their remarks to them: “Ladies, why do you work for
white people? You are all free now,” etc., etc.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 144-5
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