Heavy musketry to-night, for two hours, at the bridge above
this place. It has ceased, and we hope that the enemy are driven back.
Mr. ––– came home this evening; the other gentlemen are
absent. We are going to bed, feeling that we are in God's hands. The wires are
cut between this and “The Junction,” and there is every indication that the
Yankees are near. The telegraph operator has gone off, and great anxiety is
felt about the village. There are no Government stores here of any sort; I
trust that the Yankees know that, and will not think us worth the trouble of
looking after.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 227
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