The enemy's pickets gradually encroaching upon us. A squad
of their cavalry has been in the Hanover Town lane all day; five or six
lancers, with their red streamers, rode slowly by our gate this evening.
Catherine encountered them in her walk home, and had a conversation with an
officer, Major Doyle, who made many professions of friendship!
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 135-6
