Miriam and mother are going to Baton Rouge in a few hours,
to see if anything can be saved from the general wreck. From the reports of the
removal of the Penitentiary machinery, State Library, Washington Statue, etc.,
we presume that that part of the town yet standing is to be burnt like the
rest. I think, though, that mother has delayed too long. However, I dreamed
last night that we had saved a great deal, in trunks; and my dreams sometimes
come true. Waking with that impression, I was surprised, a few hours after, to
hear mother's sudden determination. But I also dreamed I was about to marry a
Federal officer! That was in consequence of having answered the question,
whether I would do so, with an emphatic “Yes! if I loved him,” which will
probably ruin my reputation as a patriot in this parish. Bah! I am no bigot! —
or fool either. . . .
SOURCE: Sarah Morgan Dawson, A Confederate Girl's
Diary, p. 184
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