No sooner is one alarm over than another comes. Mr. P. took
me down to the hospital this morning, to see some wounded cadets, one of whom was
wounded in seven places, and will probably die. As we returned, and were
stopping at Mr. Sam Moore's, to see a V. M. I. professor who had a piece of his
skull grooved out by a minnie ball, we were startled by the news that the enemy
were at Milboro'. We reached the church just as the services were closing, so
did not go in. Found that Gen. W. E. Jones's command was approaching the town,
only two miles out. At dusk, in walked Capt. George Junkin and another officer;
they belong to Jones' division, and have left their companies five miles out,
to come in and pass the night with us. We were just about to have our bread and
milk supper handed; but of course more substantial fare had to be prepared for
tired soldiers; so we all had real coffee, biscuits, and bacon; a royal
repast for these times. . . .
SOURCE: Elizabeth Preston Allan, The Life and
Letters of Margaret Junkin Preston, p. 182-3
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