A note just came from mother, telling me that the most awful
Yankees were coming to burn Linwood and take Port Hudson, and so this evening I
must walk down to the cars with a chair to rest in until they came, and must
certainly be in Clinton to-night. Delightful arrangement! I wrote to ask if she
knew that my legs were of no more service to me than to her? Dr. Dortch has
again been murdering me . . . says perhaps I can stand by Sunday. If the
Yankees come before —
SOURCE: Sarah Morgan Dawson, A Confederate Girl's
Diary, p. 289-90
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