Westover.
Here we are at Dr. Nolan's plantation, with Baton Rouge
lying just seven miles from us to the east. We can surely hear the cannon from
here. They are all so kind to us that I ought to be contented; but still I wish
I was once more at home. I suppose it is very unreasonable in me, but I cannot
help it. I miss my old desk very much; it is so awkward to write on my knee
that I cannot get used to it. Mine is a nice little room upstairs, detached
from all the rest, for it is formed by a large dormer window looking to the north,
from which I have seen a large number of guerrillas passing and repassing in
their rough costumes, constantly. I enjoy the fresh air, and all that, but
pleasant as it is, I wish I was at home and all the fuss was over. Virginia
Nolan and Miriam are already equipped in their riding costumes, so I must lay
this down and get ready to join them in a scamper across the fields. How
delighted I will be to get on a horse again.
SOURCE: Sarah Morgan Dawson, A Confederate Girl's
Diary, p. 144
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