This is the blessed Sabbath, the day upon which He who came
to bring peace and good will upon earth rose from His tomb and ascended to
intercede for us poor fallen creatures. But how unlike this day to any that
have preceded it in my once quiet home. I had watched all night, and the dawn
found me watching for the moving of the soldiery that was encamped about us.
Oh, how I dreaded those that were to pass, as I supposed they would straggle
and complete the ruin that the others had commenced, for I had been repeatedly
told that they would burn everything as they passed.
Some of my women had gathered up a chicken that the soldiers
shot yesterday, and they cooked it with some yams for our breakfast, the guard
complaining that we gave them no supper. They gave us some coffee, which I had
to make in a tea-kettle, as every coffeepot is taken off. The rear-guard was
commanded by Colonel Carlow, who changed our guard, leaving us one soldier
while they were passing. They marched directly on, scarcely breaking ranks.
Once a bucket of water was called for, but they drank without coming in.
About ten o'clock they had all passed save one, who came in
and wanted coffee made, which was done, and he, too, went on. A few minutes
elapsed, and two couriers riding rapidly passed back. Then, presently, more
soldiers came by, and this ended the passing of Sherman's army by my place,
leaving me poorer by thirty thousand dollars than I was yesterday morning. And
a much stronger Rebel!
After the excitement was a little over, I went up to Mrs.
Laura's to sympathize with her, for I had no doubt but that her husband was
hanged. She thought so, and we could see no way for his escape. We all took a
good cry together. While there, I saw smoke looming up in the direction of my
home, and thought surely the fiends had done their work ere they left. I ran as
fast as I could, but soon saw that the fire was below my home. It proved to be
the gin house [cotton gin] belonging to Colonel Pitts.
My boys have not come home. I fear they cannot get away from
the soldiers. Two of my cows came up this morning, but were driven off again by
the Yankees.
I feel so thankful that I have not been burned out that I
have tried to spend the remainder of the day as the Sabbath ought to be spent.
Ate dinner out of the oven in Julia's [the cook's] house, some stew, no bread.
She is boiling some corn. My poor servants feel so badly at losing what they
have worked for; meat, the hog meat that they love better than anything else,
is all gone.
SOURCE: Dolly Lunt Burge, A Woman's Wartime Journal,
p. 32-6
