Last night, shortly after we got in bed, we were roused by
loud cannonading towards Baton Rouge, and running out on the small balcony up
here, saw the light of a great fire in that direction. From the constant
reports, and the explosion of what seemed to be several powder magazines, we
imagined it to be either the Garrison or a gunboat. Whatever it was, it was
certainly a great fire. We all ran out in our nightgowns, and watched for an
hour in the damp air, I without even shoes. We listened to the fight a long
while, until the sound ceased, and we went back to bed.
SOURCE: Sarah Morgan Dawson, A Confederate Girl's
Diary, p. 157
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