Richmond has fallen and I have no heart to write about it.
Grant broke through our lines and Sherman cut through them. Stoneman is this
side of Danville. They are too many for us. Everything is lost in Richmond, even
our archives. Blue black is our horizon. Hood says we shall all be obliged to
go West — to Texas, I mean, for our own part of the country will be overrun.
Yes, a solitude and a wild waste it may become, but, as to
that, we can rough it in the bush at home.
De Fontaine, in his newspaper, continues the old cry. “Now
Richmond is given up,” he says, “it was too heavy a load to carry, and we are
stronger than ever.” “Stronger than ever?” Nine-tenths of our army are under
ground and where is another army to come from? Will they wait until we grow
one?
SOURCES: Mary Boykin Chesnut, Edited by Isabella D. Martin
and Myrta Lockett Avary, A Diary From Dixie, p. 377
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