From my sick bed, this
15th day of January, 1863.
Linwood, Thursday.
Am I not glad to get another blank book! On Sunday my old
one gave out, to my unspeakable distress, and I would have been désolée if I had not
had three or four letters to answer, as writing is my chief occupation during
my tedious illness. O that unfortunate trip to Port Hudson! Have I not cause to
remember and regret it? Two months last Sunday since I have been lying here a
cripple, and I am not yet able to take a step. However, on Monday mother sent
Dr. Woods as my fourth physician, and I have made up my mind that either he or
Nature will effect a cure before long. Wonder how it feels to walk? It makes me
weary to see others try it; I always fear that the exertion must be very painful
— an absurd idea which I endeavor to keep to myself. . . .
SOURCE: Sarah Morgan Dawson, A Confederate Girl's
Diary, p. 310
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