Hot and dry. Large
green worms have attacked my tomatoes, and from the leaves are proceeding to
the fruit. But not many of them will escape! I am warring on them.
No war news, except
the continuation of the movement of troops northward. Hampton's
division of cavalry, at least three brigades, passed this morning.
From Mobile and
Atlanta we have nothing of interest.
Flour is falling: it
is now $200 per barrel—$500 a few weeks ago; and bacon is falling in price
also, from $11 to $6 per pound. A commission merchant said to me, yesterday,
that there was at least eighteen months' supply (for the people) of breadstuffs
and meats in the city; and pointing to the upper windows at the corner of
Thirteenth and Cary Streets, he revealed the ends of many barrels piled above
the windows. He said that flour had been
there two years,
held for "still higher prices.” Such is the avarice of man.
Such is war. And
such the greed of extortioners, even in the midst of famine—and famine in the
midst of plenty!
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