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          <titlePart type="main">DIARY
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WILLIAM KING 
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Georgia <lb/>1864</titlePart>
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      <div1 type="entry">
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        <head>Marietta<lb/>
2d. July, 1864. Saturday afternoon.</head>
        <p>During the day general apprehension existed of the falling back
of Johnson's Army, occasioning great anxiety—the wagons were moving
toward the rear, about an hour before sunset, the artillery were
moving—being confident this day was my last date to write Home,
I wrote to my wife  &amp; sent the letter by Maj. Gen. Martin (who had
been spending some days with me sick) to place in the Atlanta 
P. O.—all my company sick and well left me during the afternoon, and I with
depressed spirits partook of my lonely supper, all alone and knowing
in a few hours I was to be shut off from intercourse with my family
and left among strangers. We continued routine preparations to get
the last of the wagons and horses and servants in readiness to leave.
About 8 o'clock a Captain Lee of our army stopped at the house and
asked for me.  He kindly stated in passing by with the artillery, he
noticing the house open and everything seemed quiet with the servants
about, he felt apprehensive that I was not aware of the fact that the
Army was falling back that night, not knowing the painful anxiety
that engrossed my mind from that knowledge; I thanked him for his
kindness, and informed him that I was aware of it, and intended to
remain at home. At 10 o'clock Rev. Mr. Porter and some other friends
stopped to see me, taking a cup of tea and remaining about an hour
with me during which time I wrote my last letter to my wife, and at
11 o'clock the wagons with Crawford, Josh and Tom passed and Tom
left me for Atlanta in charge of Mr. Porter. I then retired to bed
but not to sleep, sleeping but two hours during the night with my
<pb id="king2" n="2"/>
depressed spirits and the constant noise but little sleep could
be enjoyed, Hardee's Corps passing through the yard committing
many depredations and pretty much destroying all the Poultry.</p>
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      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>3 July. Sunday. 1864.</head>
        <p>I arose early and took my breakfast, our infantry still
passing through and gathering up the remaining chickens. About 6
o'clock the last of our infantry had passed, and our Cavalry
skirmishers were collecting in the yard, they informed me that a
detachment of our Cavalry had formed in an open field a few hundred
yards south, to check the advance of the Federal Cavalry. The
firing soon commenced. I placed the servants and children for
safety in the stone wood cellar, where I remained with them the
most of the time, the firing continued about half an hour while
the Federal Cavalry were advancing from the Powder Springs Road
to our house. Many of them were killed or wounded—near the house,
our Cavalry fell back near 1 o'clock, some passing over the Railroad
embankment, and others over the Atlanta Road, and for some time kept
up a fire on each other with small arms, the balls falling about the
yard. After 7 o'clock all was quiet again on the premises, and we
in possession of the Federal Army. The advance Cavalry was a detachment
under command of Lieut. Harvey of 15 Ill. Reg. of Gen'l Hooker's
escort, his behavior was very gentlemanly, he asked me if I had any
Rebel soldiers. I told him but one, who was sick, and him I delivered
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up. A Major and Col. soon after made their appearances, all with the
men conducting themselves very properly. I was asked what supplies
I had and arms, which I informed them, Lieut. Harvey took the 3 Pistols
and a Hammock leaving the double barrel gun. The Pistol and Hammock
he stated should be returned to me. The corn and fodder were all
wanted for the horses and mules which were greatly in need of provender.
I remonstrated about the taking of all the corn as I needed a part
for food for myself and servants. They offered to supply us with
wheat flour, but upon my urging our preference for corn, they asked
how much would be needed by us for food, I replied 20 bushels, they
kindly left me 30 bushels, taking 100 for which the Q. M. (Capt. Geo.
R. Cadwallader, 1 Br: 1 Div: 20 A. C.) gave me his certificate for
payment, including 1000 fodder. Nothing else on the premises 
was disturbed by them. Lieut. Harvey left me 2 guards to remain with me
until the next morning. Many officers called on me during the morning,
all of whom I found to be very gentlemanly men particularly so with 
Gen'l Elliot Chief of the Cavalry, who remained with me about half an
hour, with whose visit I was greatly gratified as a man of education,
polish and laudable sentiments, and have seldom met a more agreeable
companion. He promised me another visit. As my guards were to leave
me the next morning, about 3 1/2 o'clock, I went to town to procure
other guards for the next morning, which Col. Stone (acting Comm't)
promised to send to me in the morning. On returning home about 5
o'clock, Sharp met me at the cemetery nearly out of breath, informing
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me that men had broken into the House and were committing great
robberies. I asked after the guards, he stated they had left,
soon after I had gone to town. I immediately returned to Col. Stone,
informing him of the circumstances, and asked him for a guard at
once. He stated he had not a solitary man to spare me then, but
he very kindly promised to ride out himself in a few minutes, which
he did before I got home, and advised me as I went out, to stop at
Gen. Thomas' Hqs. and procure a guard<sic resp="transcriber"> [torn]</sic>, and a guard <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic>
with whom I returned home after an absence of about 2 hours, when I
found Col. Stone and a guard which had been placed on the premises
by Gen. Whipple during my absence in town. My short absence had
afforded ample time for the robbers to commit the most thorough
depredations, one of the guards left with me by Gen. Hooker's escort,
was the first to commence the robbing, he broke in the first door soon
after I left, multitudes followed him, every room, closet, wardrobe,
and trunk was forced open, nothing escaped their examination, and
almost everything of value which they could remove was taken, and what
remained was strewn about the room, but few books were taken, but
nearly all the clothing for persons and beds and provisions were
appropriated freely and extensively. Much was however saved by the
fortunate arrival of Gen. Thomas at the House, who had much returned,
and 6 or 7 of the Robbers (a <sic corr="chaplain">chaplin</sic> among the number) were arrested,
and requested Gen. Whipple to leave a guard on the premises. The 2
guards left by Gen. Hooker's escort had left before the arrival of Gen.
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Thomas. Gen. Thomas very kindly sent me a message by his Ass't A. G.
(Maj'r Hoffman) that the severest penalty of the army regulations
should be enforced on the robbers; many other officers called on me
during the afternoon and evening expressing their sympathy and
condemnation of the outrages which had been committed. The loss of so
many articles of provisions, all sugar, syrup, coffee  &amp; tea,   &amp;c.  and
soap and most of my clothing and money will subject me and the servants
to much inconvenience, but nothing connected with the loss occasioned
as much grief as the entire loss of the clothing of Mr. MacLeod, the
Robbers knew nothing of the sacred value placed upon those relics,
but had they, it would have availed nothing towards saving them. So
closed this painful Sabbath day, and leaving me a restless night to
follow.</p>
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        <head>4 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>Monday morning, bright and clear in nature, but my spirits much
depressed I went to town. Every thing looked changed, all strange
faces, but few acquaintances to be found. I visited a few friends
and then returned to my lonely Home, feeling solitary and deserted,
cut off even from correspondence with my family and friends, and
feeling as I was entirely among strangers, gave me another dull night
for rest, and compelled me to indulge many painful reflections upon
the sad consequences of war, and particularly this war, for which I
was in no way culpable and had exerted all my powers to prevent—and
from which I so sadly suffered.</p>
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        <head>5 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>As the preceeding day, I went to town, saw a few friends, enquired
into their suffering; nearly all of whom in common with myself, had
suffered more or less from the robbers on Sunday &amp; Monday. Some had
lost everything The negroes had fared no better, old Mamie, the
servant of Mrs. Duncan, who staid in her yard, was in great distress
and <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> sadly, she informed me that the Robbers had broken open
her Mistress' house and destroyed everything left and had robbed her
of all of her provisions and her clothing, even her needles &amp; thread,
leaving her nothing but the clothing she had on, she asked them to
have mercy an a poor negro, they cursed her and said if she did not
close her mouth they would kill her. Into what demons does War transform
men. During the day a Reg't of Cavalry under Col. — an intelligent
 &amp; gentlemanly officer, encamped on the premises to remain
until the next day, but during the afternoon he rec'd orders to proceed
toward Power's Ferry. He informed me the paper mill had been
burnt. I visited some of my neighbors.</p>
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        <head>6 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>I felt dull today, too much so to go to town.  I visited some
of the neighbors, heard their complaints and indulged in sad reflections
on the consequences of this sad war, and thanked God that I had no
agency in involving our happy country in it. How desolate do I feel
in witnessing and hearing of so much distress &amp; heartlessness for the
safety of my two sons in the Armies of Va. and Geo. and my wife and
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other members of my family, so separated from me that I can neither
hear of them nor partake of their counsel nor sympathy. How cheering
is the hope of Heaven under such circumstances and the knowledge that
God overrules all things.  During the day the supply train of 1st.
div. Cav. Corps of Dept. Cumberland encamped on the premises under
Maj'r Flag, Capt. Rankin Garfield, the train consisted of about 100
wagons, 1000 mules and horses and 400 men, the intelligent and gentlemanly
deportment of the officers &amp; men relieved me a little from
depression of spirits, and rendered the evening less sad than the
morning.</p>
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        <head>July 7. 1864.</head>
        <p>I went to town and saw a few friends, heard added statements of
depredations and believe but few in the town and county had escaped
the visits and terrors of the Robbers. I returned home to suffer from
my own reflections upon the sufferings of all and the debasing effects
of war and to enjoy some relief from my own thoughts in the society
of the pleasant strangers who were encamped about me.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>July 8. 1864.</head>
        <p>Another day has dawned upon my dreary life. I went to town for
a short time and returned home, this day in common with the preceeding,
I have had visits from many officers, some spending the nights with
me, all pleasant men, and each man <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> sympathetic spirits. I <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic>
Federal Army <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> Nothing has yet occurred to change my opinion of
them—as men of good character and reprobations the many depredations
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which are being committed by the stragglers of the Army.</p>
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        <head>9 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>Saturday has pretty much passed away, as the preceeding days,
with a few visits among friends in and out of town, trying to cheer
and comfort them as cheerless and comfortless as I felt myself—
this afternoon Capt. Rankin informed me (rumor of which I heard 
yesterday) that all of the Roswell factories had been burnt by order
of Gen. Sherman, the causes which prompted the order he did not know;
he stated that he had conversed with many of the operatives who had
been brought into Marietta, to be sent North; he stated that they all
spoke in very bitter terms of my brother (B) and of some other officer
there—he thought his name was Camp, they seemed to hate them both
with a bitter hatred; he asked them if they knew me, they said yes and
spoke in the kindest terms of me.</p>
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        <head>10 July. Sunday. 1864.</head>
        <p>I went to town but was informed that there would be no Church
service. I saw Col. Gleason (Com't of Post) and asked if he would
allow Mr. Benedict (the only remaining minister) to have services in
his Church he said no, as he would not pray for to Pres't of the
U. S. I suggested that he would omit that part of the service, he
said no, Mr. B. was too unsound, that he was the most ultra Secessionist
he had met. I afterwards learnt that Mr. B. for some days had not
been permitted to go beyond the limits of his lot. While in town I
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met Mr. Eldridge and Mr. Bonfoir (the Sup't Of the Roswell Cotton 
and Wool factories), they inform me of the sad condition of things
at Roswell, that the factories had been utterly destroyed and they
and all the operatives, men and women, had been arrested and were
in Marietta on their way to the North, that with the exception of
Brother Pratt's house, every one of the houses of the resp. settlers
of Roswell had been broken open and plundered and everything of value
had either been taken away or destroyed and done almost entirely by
the <emph rend="underlined">operatives</emph>, that the soldiers had committed but few depredations.
What a comment upon the human character. They stated that Brother 
P. &amp; Cate were both well, but very anxious and wanted to see me;
and although I no less anxious to see them, I could not prudently
leave here even for a day, with such a multitude of depredators roving
over the county. I returned how with many sad feelings. What a
world of sin we live in. I would not live always. The greater part
of the day I remained at Home, in the afternoon I had much and pleasant
company, some performing well on the Piano, others good singers, they
refreshed me by playing and singing much pleasant sacred music. I
told than not to sing Home, Sweet Home, that I did not want to hear it
until I and my wife were within the same lines. Today closes one week
since I have been under Yankee <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic>. I thank God that my experiences
far exceeded my most sanguine anticipations. I have suffered but
little annoyance, exclusive of the robbing by the stragglers last
Sabbath. I have suffered no more from the soldiers of the Federal Army
than from those of our own Army. I have mingled and conversed freely
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with officers and privates. I have not met a single individual
whose department and language has not been gentlemanly, nor a
word nor opinion has been expressed to me in the least discourteous
manner. Although in many cases our opinions materially differed,
we pleasantly discussed them. And greatly to my surprise, even among
the common soldiers with whom I have also conversed freely, I have
seen exhibited no exultant spirit nor expression at our army having
so constantly fallen back; but more a spirit of sympathy for us,
and simply a desire to avoid any expression which might be painful
to me.  All which I have seen compels me to admire the men—they
do not seem to feel any hatred toward us, but speak favorably of our
army and our people, they say we are one people, the same language,
habits and religion, and ought to be one people, they have a higher
opinion of the people of the South than before the war; and I am
sure even an ultra So. Carolinian can never again say that 1 So. Ca'n
can whip 5 Yankees, to have effected such a change of sentiment North
and South toward the people of both sections, has been one of the
favorable results of this sad war.</p>
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        <head>11 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>This morning a Brigade of Cavalry under Gen. McCook, Com'd,
with a supply train encamped here, past from the front towards Lost
Mountain. Yesterday afternoon 2 of the men with the supply train
had broken into one of the servant's rooms and was committing depredations,
one of the servants (Tabby) came into the House and informed
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me, I stated the fact to Capt. Rankin, who was writing in the house
at the time, he immediately jumped up and went to the servant's
house. The men had left. He ordered a Possy of men to pursue and
take them, in less than 1/4 of an hour <sic corr="they">then</sic> were taken, identified and
secured; this morning their case was represented to Gen. McCook, he
ordered that they should be placed in irons and sent to the front
for trial and punishment. I went to town in the morning, visited some
friends and found all things going on quietly. I asked Col. Gleason
if there was any objection to my visiting the Rev. Mr. Benedict, as
I understood he was confined to his lot, he said I could visit him
whenever I desired, I spent 1/2 hour with him and Mrs. B.—these
trying times make us all feel a warm sympathy for each other. Nothing
of importance has occurred today.</p>
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      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>12 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>I visited town as usual this morning and was informed James
King had been taken prisoner on Saturday and was then in town to be
sent North. I tried to find him among the prisoners and learnt that
he had already been sent off which I greatly regretted, not being
able to see him and knowing the great anxiety of his family and friends.
What sufferings have been occasioned by this sad, useless war—how
much happier would we all be had not the political demagogues North
and South been permitted to force this war upon a happy, prosperous
people. Mr. Goodman this morning informed of a pleasant incident of
which he was a witness on Sabbath last, he with a few others had
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attended the burial in the graveyard of a child of a poor woman who
was a refugee from the county, she was greatly afflicted, at the
grave he met a Federal officer (Capt'n) who had prepared the grave and
who he then learnt had assisted in attending the sick child, procured
the coffin and prepared the grave, he stood by the poor mother, comforting
her, while the Federal soldiers were filling up the grave,
and when done the poor mother overcome with grief, threw herself on
the grave, the Federal officer knelt by her side speaking comforting
words, some higher spots still left in the Human heart, not all 
godforsaken. We had some rain last night to lay the dust. The flies
have been more numerous and annoying for a month past than I have
ever known before. Mr. Bonfoir just from Roswell delivered me a
message from Sister Cate and Bro. P. to go to see them, as they were
anxious to consult with me about their exposed situation and the 
propriety of their moving into the Southern lines. I feel greatly for
them, but I cannot prudently leave home, I will write to them by the
first opportunity to remove all of their supplies here and to come
and stay with me, we may be able to <sic corr="mitigate">mittigate</sic> each other's anxieties
and trials. Their situation I know is much exposed to the multitude
of Robbers.</p>
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        <head>13 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>I made a few visits in and about town this morning. Large
Federal forces have been passing since yesterday, all night and this
morning, from the front towards Roswell it is supposed, as it is
<pb id="king13" n="13"/>
surmised Johnson is massing a large force there. May God protect
Bro. P. and Sister Cate from being in the vicinity of a battle. Our
good and gentlemanly Com't (Col. Gleason) has today been ordered with
his brigade to the front, his successor is Col. Ross; during the
short interval of the change of Comm'ts many depredations have been
committed, and all<sic resp="transcriber"> [torn]</sic> recalled, good new ones had not been placed
by Col. Ross, <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> Fitch and myself immediately called on Col. Ross
at the Military Institute, and represented Mr. Benedict's case, he
at once provided a guard for his protection. I found my neighbor,
Mrs. McClatchy, in great distress, her guard having been withdrawn,
and the Robbers about her House awaiting their favorable opportunity.
I called on Col. Ross who had removed his Head Quarters into town and
he provided a guard for her, who I took out with me, and thus had
the gratification of cheering her up as I had done many times before;
the assistance I have been able to render her and others has greatly
compensated me for the deprivations I have been called to endure in
my separation from my own Home. Col. Flag today informed me that
his cook was such a poor one he would like to join his mess and his
Brother-in-law's (Cambell) with me, which was gratifying to me, to
afford me company, and our united supplies would afford better provisions
for the servants and myself. In the afternoon my good young Guard
(Wm. Vickers 35 Ohio) had to leave me &amp;  join his Reg' t in front, he
is the 5th. Guard I have had, and has been with me for near a week,
he was such a fine fellow, I formed quite a strong attachment for him—
being now well protected by the officers around me, I can safely do
<pb id="king14" n="14"/>
without a guard so long as they remain. This afternoon Rev'd Wm.
Holsinger (Chaplain of 1st. Tenn. Cav.) stopped with us &amp; will probably
remain some days, he is a Cumberland Presbyterian from <sic corr="Ea.">Ea:</sic> Tenn. How
often do I wish I could write home to my wife &amp; hear from her, this
interruption of intercourse is now one of my greatest trials, being
kept in perfect ignorance of their condition &amp; anxious about her, if
I could only inform her how comfortable I was situated, it would
diminish my anxieties, &amp; this painful state of anxious feelings may
exist for months—cut off from all whom I love &amp; for whose happiness
 &amp; comfort I chiefly desire to live. In God I must place my trust &amp;
abide His time.</p>
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        <head>14 July, 1864.</head>
        <p>I remained at Home this morning, &amp; have heard nothing to excite
nor depress me, this day as for days past has been dry  &amp; hot, during
the morning a part of Gen'l McCook's cavalry passed through ret'ing
from Lost Mountain. Col. Brownlow informed me they had taken upon
many men, soldiers &amp; Citizens for misdemeanors. In the afternoon I
went to town to make a few visits, the Rain interrupting me in part.
I saw several of the Roswell factory operatives. Mr. Wood among the
number on their war to the North, having a Letter to send to my Sister
(Mrs. P.) &amp; hearing that Mrs. Gossett was going to Roswell today, I
went to see her &amp; gave her the Letter, as it was raining heavily, I
remained some time with her in her Room which was very poorly furnished. I
noticed a very rich Mahogany <sic corr="Bureau">Beaureau</sic>, with a large glass on Marble
<pb id="king15" n="15"/>
slab, a piece of furniture which was probably worth  $75<sic>.</sic> a marked
contrast with the rest of her plain &amp; scanty furniture, it occasioned
some painful suspicions of the manner in which she became possessed
of it. I heard the Report in town of a large portion of Wheeler's
Cavalry being on this side of the river again—this sad war, how
many anxious feelings does it occasion. Will not God soon bring it
to a close!</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>15 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>It rained and blew heavily last evening, this morning pleasant
and the dust well laid. I did not go to town, but remained at Home
to write letters, hoping that I may be able to get one to my wife via
N. Y. I sent one to her in the same way about a week ago, I do not
know when that letter will reach her if ever—if I could only
communicate to her that I was getting on comfortably and all well, I
would be relieved from much anxiety. Heavy firing has been heard this
morning towards the South between 9 and 10 o'clock, about a regiment
of the Fed. Inf. on foot passed on the R.R. track from front to the
rear—but few cars have passed for some days past. I understand that
the traveling on the Road above this has been greatly disturbed and
endangered by parties of Bushwhackers firing into them as they pass.
I have today written my 2nd. letter to my wife via New York. In the
afternoon I went into town, heard nothing new, interesting. The Comm't 
(Col. Ross) was ordered to the front with his Reg't, his successor as
Commandant of the Post was Col. Bishop. The change of Commandants 
<pb id="king16" n="16"/>
rendered necessary a change of guards. I found Mrs. McClatchy again
in much distress at being without a guard, I endeavored while in town
to procure another guard for her without success, I could only get the
promise of probably one for her tomorrow—she being very uneasy I
got two of the young men about us to sleep in her House tonight. I
called to see Col. Howell's family, and found he was that afternoon
the father of his 8th. child about two hours old, being my first to
him he seemed much gratified to see me as he seldom went out of his
house. I have not seen him in town since the arrival of the Federal
Army, he informed me that he was getting on well and had had but little
annoyance, one of his servant women had left him the day before, but
had returned to him again this morning. Our servants are all getting
on well, I having but little for them to do, they are enabled to make
money by washing and mending for the soldiers. I today heard of the
sad condition of Mr. and Mrs. Greenlee Butler, they had remained within
the Lines of Judge Irvine's place, he was very feeble, and they in common
with all their neighbors had been robbed of all their provisions
and nearly everything else.<sic resp="transcriber"> [torn] </sic>to go into our Lines the sufferings
from the depredations of the robbers is very great. Many who were
well supplied for months and some for a year, have been compelled to
come to town and perform day work for a living, the man making $30.
 &amp; $35. per month and the woman 5 cents or 10 cents a piece for washing.
Large numbers of families are quitting the county, and going to the
North to seek a support for themselves and families—such are the
<pb id="king17" n="17"/>
consequences of a needless war on domestic comfort and the prosperity
of a county.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>16 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>This morning dry and pleasant, dust well laid, I went to town,
endeavored to get a guard for Mrs. McClatchey and could get the partial
promise of one for her this afternoon—nothing new in town, Rev'd Mr.
Fitch informed me Mrs. Sex Morris was anxious to see me to advise her
in making some arrangements for passing within our Lines. I sent a
message to her, that I would try to see her on Monday, but told her
that I did not think she would be able to get through the Lines for
some time yet, her family had all gone, she and one of her children
had been accidentally left. Rev'd Mr. Holsinger left us this morning
to preach to his Reg't tomorrow, promising to return on Monday, he is
a good companion. I saw several country people today who told me
they had been stript of everything they had by the robbers, one told
me he had a little left and was dividing with his more needy neighbors,
Mr. and Mrs. Butler among the number. I saw a number of Pat Anderson's
negroes on the Road to town, women and children, they said they had
lost all their provisions, and had to come to town to try and make
something to live on, poor creatures they will find it a hard task to
take care of so many children, a Master's head and care would now be
of much value to them, but the Master was gone and they left to think
for themselves. Very few cars running on the Road. I feel quite
lonely and dull this evening a country man (Hutchins) who has moved
<pb id="king18" n="18"/>
with his family into Mr. Russel's house informed me that he and his
family (wife and seven children) living about 13 miles from town on the
Powder Spring Road, had a good crop and an abundance of provisions,
horses, hogs, &amp; cattle, but had been robbed of everything, excepting
2 days' supply of cornmeal by about 50 Federal stragglers, who came
to his House at one time, and he was compelled to move to town to find
work to support them—and that most of his neighbors had suffered the
same fate, and many must starve unless some provision was speedily
made for their support. Those of us who have been more favored can
do something but not much, the Federal Authorities provide rations
in urgent cases—it is appalling to think of the sufferings which
await the poor of this county, this present summer many will be compelled
to move to <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic></p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>17th. July. 1864.</head>
        <p>Sabbath again but few Sabbath privileges to be enjoyed. I went
to town this morning, and learnt that our Commandant (Col. Bishop) had
been withdrawn and his predecessor Col. Ross had been replaced; my
letters which had been left with him for examination (one of them to
my wife) were given to me to be forwarded, which I placed in the P. O.
in making the change the young man handed me a 50 cents change bill,
which he very honestly informed me was a counterfeit Postage currency
bill. I said <sic corr="&quot;Well, what could I do with it,&quot;">Well what could I do with it,</sic> and <sic corr="&quot;Oh,&quot; he said, &quot;they pass as currently as the genuine there are so many of them,&quot;">Oh he said they pass
as currently as the genuine there are so many of them,</sic> and that he
would take it from me at any time. I told him that would suit me then,
<pb id="king19" n="19"/>
and I will reserve it for the P. O. It seemed to me a new way of
doing Business. I wrote to my Sister Cate a few days ago, urging
them all to move here and stay with me, today I rec'd a reply from
Bro. P. stating that they were now getting on very comfortably,
since the factory women had all been sent off, and he thought they
could safely remain at home as long as the Federal Army remained,
when they left they might find it unsafe to remain at Roswell, if so,
they move here and stay with me, it would be a comfort for us all to
be together, in these sad days. How little could our disunion friends
have conceived of the trials and troubles their acts were to bring upon
a happy and prosperous people—most of them fleeing away from their
Homes. Col. Bishop informed me this morning that there would be
preaching in the Presbyterian Church by a member of the Christian
Association, I told him I would attend but feeling a little unwell
and not liking to be too long away from Home on Sunday, I returned
without attending Church, this making 6 Sabbaths since I have attended
Church; God grant that peace may soon be restored to our afflicted
country. After dinner 3 officers from Gen. Thomas' army, called on
me on the way to the front; they were intelligent and gentlemanly men,
and promised to make me a longer visit another time. Cannonading was
heard this morning toward the S. E. I called to see Mrs. McClatchey
this morning, she felt cheerful in having a guard provided for her.
I have been trying to get one for her for 2 days, I feel very independent
without a guard. I saw Mr. Fitch this morning, he said Mrs.
<pb id="king20" n="20"/>
Morris was very anxious to see me, I will try &amp; see her tomorrow. Mrs.
Goodman informed me that a servant man of General Hindman, who had
been attending on him called to see her <sic corr="this morning">thismorning</sic>, and informed her
that in passing over the Chattahoochee he and a number of the soldiers
in Gen. H. Division were taken prisoners, that he had been desired
to go into the Federal Army, but he stated he could not take arms
against his own people and was anxious to return home, which he 
hoped to be able to do soon.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>18th. July. 1864.</head>
        <p>I went to town this morning, and learnt from the Picket Guards
that they had new orders today not to let any citizens go into nor to
come out of town even with a pass, but he kindly consented to my going
in. I saw Col. Ross, the Commandant who<sic resp="transcriber"> [torn]</sic> these positive orders
from Gen'l Sherman leaving him no discretion. I told him how lonely
I was at Home and told him that there were many families of females
in town after whose comfort I had to see, he promised to come to see
me now and then and said he wanted to try and arrange this matter now
and then to give me a special pass to come in and go out of town, and
said I must try and bear it patiently for a while. I could not complain
having already experienced so much kindness from him and this rigid
order seems to have been provoked by the bad conduct of citizens about,
chiefly above this, in Bushwhacking and interrupting the cars, a wicked
course of conduct on the part of private citizens probably more prompted
by the desire of plunder and ravage than any other feeling—the whole
<pb id="king21" n="21"/>
country in a lawless condition, citizens and soldiers of both armies
all alike availing themselves of the distracted state of the country,
committing all depredations of plundering and murdering—these are
the unavoidable results of war, and which I had foreseen and foretold
before this sad and needless war was commenced by Politicians. I
saw Mrs. Morris, she was in much distress, and anxious to get within
our Lines, I told her it could not be effected just now, but I thought
she might be able to get a pass in a few weeks, she begged me to assist
her to do so as soon as possible. I told her I would do all I could
for her, so soon as I thought Gen. Sherman would grant permission.
I saw Mr. and Mrs. Wayland, they were in great distress, having suffered
great loss and annoyance. He was very sick and almost lost his mind,
both wept bitterly. I could afford them but little comfort, but
promised to call and see them again soon. What trials and sufferings
many are called to endure. A country and people once so happy now so
afflicted, the innocent suffering equally with the guilty—the distress
throughout this county is general and severe, few if any  have escaped,
not from the evil days of the Federal army, but from the army of Robbers
which follow in its wake and from the corrupt people living among us.
Laws are suspended and the evil passions let loose. I saw Bro.
Barrington's 2 men Brunswick and William today, they told me they had
been left at Home with their families to take care of things with
provisions enough, but all had been taken from them, and having no
means of support, they all came over here with the hope of getting
work enough to support them, but already found it would be hard for
<pb id="king22" n="22"/>
them to make a living for themselves and families, and asked if I
could not allow them all to come stay with me. I told them I had
nothing even for own servants to do here, but told them however if
they should be in want to let me know and I would try to assist them,
they told me that they could get $20. per mo. but as everything was
very high, that amt. would not support them and their families. Today
Mrs. McClatchy sent me her milk cow, stating that she could not take 
care of it, and feared she would lose it. It will be nearly as much
exposed with me, but <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> it for the milk. While in town today, I
was informed that our vault in the grave yard had been opened, in
returning home I examined it, and found only a part of the Bricks
from the opening had been removed, sufficient to enable the heartless
Robbers to see that nothing, which they coveted, was concealed therein.
I determined that it was better to leave it as it was for the present,
as to close it just now with fresh mason work, would only tempt a new
band of Robbers to open it <sic corr="again">a gain</sic>. The coffins were all untouched,
remaining in their proper places, quiet and unmoved were the remains
of the old gentleman and Fanny in the tomb, while so many of their
living friends and family were disturbed and almost heartbroken by the
sad troubles in the living world above. I could not but feel grateful
to God for his mercy in having removed the old gentleman beyond the
scene of the sad trials through which we are now passing, as were he
now alive, the painful circumstances by which he would have been
surrounded, would soon have hastened him to the grave, and he probably
not have died the quiet and happy death which he did. How many of
<pb id="king23" n="23"/>
God's seeming afflictions prove to have been blessings—had he been
alive and driven to the Low Country how great and many would have been
his anxious cares, had he remained here and witnessed what I now do
and have done for near 2 months, the wanton destruction of property
on his own premises, and those of his neighbors, the heartless cruelty
of some and the severe suffering of others, growing out of this cruel
and needless war, in what sorrow would it have brought his gray hairs
to the grave. I thank God that he was not compelled to pass through
so sad an ordeal—and how cheering a thought it is that the pains
and sorrows arising from the wickedness of man, are not to last always,
to us who now live they will soon pass away—with the hope of the
peace and bliss of Heaven in prospect resignation and even cheerfulness
becomes us when we remember that the wickedness of the wicked will
soon come to an end and must tend to convince us of the vanity of the
hope of perfect happiness in this Life—this wicked war may prove to
be one of God's blessings to his people.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>19th. July. 1864.</head>
        <p>This morning I have remained at Home, reading and enjoying for
a short time the company I had around me, who are very pleasant and
intelligent men, with such a good library, had I my wife with me I
could be comfortable enough even with the exclusion from town, to
which I am now subjected—but knowing as I do how many families there
are in town who need sympathy and advice, I must got a special permit
(which has been kindly promised to me by the Com't) now and then to go
<pb id="king24" n="24"/>
and see them; I am not excluded from visiting any <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> around in
the country, having the liberty of the county, but there is no
society near me. I must however endure for a time the privation as
best I can.—but how long I can be content to remain here without
my family or any other company I do not know, were it not for the
charge of the servants, I would quit at once and return Home or go
to the North, but I cannot well leave them and the property here—
to remain here under existing circumstances may subject me to even
a greater annoyance than that of being excluded from town—if the
rumors be true that many of our cavalry are in this vicinity, their
doings in addition to the many evil disposed persons about, may
subject us all to suspicion, and involve us in the consequences of
their actions. I think I must so arrange matters as may allow me
properly either to go to the North or South for a while, until affairs
in this section become more settled, if that happy day can be again
before the return of peace, which I fear cannot be, how sorely the
fountains of happiness have been broken up by this war. I have not
been away from Home today. In the afternoon Mr. Shepard made me a
visit, he like myself being excluded from town. This afternoon I
was pained to learn that the large cavalry encampment around me (under
Capt. Rankin) had received orders to advance nearer the front about
Vining Station, and that they would all leave tomorrow, this will
prove an additional curtailment of my few enjoyments, they have now
been with me 2 weeks, and although many minor depredations have been
<pb id="king25" n="25"/>
committed by some of the men, all the officers and most of the men
are intelligent gentlemen many of whom will be remembered with many
pleasant feelings and hopes of a future meeting of them.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>20th. July. 1864.</head>
        <p>I called to see Mrs. McClatchy this morning, found her son better
and all in more cheerful spirits. I heard nothing new but the rumor
that some of our Cavalry in small bodies were about east and west of
us, and some apprehension of their making raids upon the town, for
the interruption of which trees had been cut and thrown across the
Road near Col. Brumby's House. At 11 o'clock today the whole wagon
train and horses left us, leaving the desolating marks of an army
encampment behind them, fences pretty generally destroyed and the
improvement of the place greatly marred, what a devastator is war.
Not a chicken nor a pig left on the place; and when about leaving
Sharpe informed me they were about taking off our lame mule which
by the by I thought had been taken long before. The mule was too
lame for much service, still they found she might be made of some
service to them, and they needed her, as she would probably be soon
stolen from me when well. I agreed with the Capt. (Rankin) if she
proved fit for service, he would give me a voucher of value for
payment—after all had left I found some one had taken off Old
Gentleman's fishing buggy; we have however fared much better than
we expected &amp; much better than many others. Among the officers and
men encamped about me, who have afforded me much agreeable society,
are Maj. Flagg of Rogersville, Tenn.—Capt. Wm. A. Rankin of Lawrence, 
<pb id="king26" n="26"/>
Kansas, Kansas, A Q M 1 Cav. Div.—Capt. C. S. Garfield of Newburgh,
Cuyahoga County, Ohio, W.H. Daniell, Pottsville and Mahoney City,
Schuylkill Co. Penn. and W. L. G. Soule, Lawrence, Kansas. I separated
with them all with much regret. Maj. Flagg being in ill health
and sympathizing with me in my lonely condition, has consented to
remain with me a few days longer, greatly relieving me from my
anticipated loneliness. Capt. Rankin advises me to bring the Ladies
up, and the servants wish me also to do so, but all things look so
dreary and lonely and we having neither poultry nor garden and none
to be had in the neighborhood, they had better remain where they are
now for a while longer, here for a while they would almost feel like
prisoners, for almost such do I feel myself to be, so much so in
addition to the danger of being innocently implicated in depredations
which may be committed by Bushwhackers and Raiders, that I think I
had better go to the North for 1 or 2 months, hoping that a more
settled state of things may pass over our afflicted country within
that time, than now exists. Capt. Rankin (who seems to be a rough,
and quiet but good officer) before leaving today, informed me, that
at his home in Lawrence, Kansas my People had turned his wife and
family out of doors and destroyed his House and all its contents,
and that he had sworn, that the first good Library and Piano he found
among the Rebels he meant to take them to replace his which had been
burnt, and that ours seemed exactly to meet the case, but that he could
not think of disturbing anything I had, and we cordially bade each
<pb id="king27" n="27"/>
other goodbye. Capt. Garfield the Commissary, informs me that he has
been often robbed by their own men, and that they 2 nights ago had
robbed him largely of Hams and other provisions, 1 of the wagoners
was suspected and arrested; the Robbers steal from the Rebels, negroes
and their own people alike; stealing and not patriotism moves them,
the thieves infest both armies, but the Federal Army is more largely
attended. I discover they have either destroyed or stolen the Ploughs
and most of the Spades and Hoes, but few things with us seem to have
been wantonly destroyed, at other places I notice much has been destroyed
from mischief and badness, such as the breaking of windows,
glasses, and defacing walls, etc.—general lawlessness pervades the
whole country.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>21 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>Last night we were disturbed by Robbers, between 10 and 11 o'clock,
in a bright moonlight, two men on horseback came in the yard, and
stopped under the trees near the well. I asked what they wanted, they
replied that they were in search of the train encampment of the 2 div.
Cavalry. I informed them that the 1st. Cavalry Div. train had been
encamped here but had left during the day, but could give them no
information of the 2nd. They rode off toward the western side of
the house, where Maj'r Flagg for safety had placed his two horses,
under the house, hearing the Maj. and his man in motion below, I
gave the men no further attention, as I had a bad cold I returned to
Bed, for some time I heard the Maj. and his man, this morning he
<pb id="king28" n="28"/>
informed me, that he soon discovered the rascals had stolen one of
his Horses, he pursued them to their encampment nearby, as he had
taken a near road, he got there ahead of them, saw the Capt. and had
the men arrested when they came up, on suspicion, but as they had no
Horse with them, &amp; as his Horse he found at the gate on his return
without the Halter, he presumes he broke loose from them. Tonight I
will put them in the cellar for safety. The Maj'r says about 2 o'clock
he was disturbed again by the sound of the Piano, he went to see who
was there, and found that the Piano had been carelessly left open,
and a rat was running over the keys. He lost so much sleep that he
is this morning making up the loss, and Mr. Fletcher called to see
me this morning he in common with the rest of us out and in town are
prohibited from passing the Lines, he says while going into town a
few days ago in his wagon with a load of wood at noon, a band of
thieves met him on the road and took away one of his Horses, there is
but little safety in moving about now, the strict orders prohibiting
going in or out of town just now, I think, is attributable to the
apprehension of a raid on Marietta, where the government has a large
am't of stores, it is reported that for some days past Conf. Scouts
have been seen about at no great distance from the town. The cars are
now running more numerously toward the river. Excluded as we are in
the country we can gather but little news—I am provided with no
guard yet. Long wagon trains are constantly passing up and down the
Road. The flies exceed in number and annoyance anything of the kind
I have ever known, leaving no comfort for man or beast.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <pb id="king29" n="29"/>
        <head>22 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>Not feeling very well last night from a cold and some feverish
feeling, I went to bed early, but had rather a restless night; this
morning I feel pretty well again, my cold has pretty much passed off.
May God in his goodness deliver me from sickness this summer, to be
even unwell with my wife away from me and I so lonely would be sad
suffering to me, but I must put my trust in God and be resigned.
Major Flagg and his man left me this morning to go to the River, he
will probably return tonight—with no other white person in the
house but myself, I cannot prudently leave it even for a few minutes
at a time, there are so many robbers prowling about in the day as well
as night, they have no regard to the negroes. I have written another
letter to my wife hoping I may have an opportunity of getting it off.
I will continue to write regularly to her, although I fear but few
of my letters will ever reach her—it is painful to be so separated
without the means of communicating with each other how much more
happiness were we permitted to enjoy, before this cruel, stupid
politicians' war was inaugurated!</p>
        <p>Large droves of Beef cattle are this morning being driven to the
front; the Beef which accompany the Federal Army are very fine, being
large and fat, I learn they are mostly from Ohio—the multitude of
dead horses and mules about is a great nuisance, about a dozen have
been recently burnt within a few hundred yards of the House, and 5
more remaining to be done something  with—war is a calamity to beast
as well as Man; yet ambition and bad men will often involve a happy
<pb id="king30" n="30"/>
country in war with but little provocation. So God deals with his
creatures for the sins of a few. Maj. Flagg and his man returned
home this afternoon, but to leave me for good tomorrow. I heard this
evening that Gen'l Rousseau had a cavalry raid as far as Montgomery
and had burnt a part of the town, and that he had burnt the R.R.
bridge at West Point, I asked if there had been any fighting there,
yes, but not much, that Gen'l R. had 12 men killed, but no information
could be given me of the loss on our side; how this intelligence
overwhelmed me with anxiety knowing that our dear boy was
stationed there with Gen'l. Capers to aid in protecting that bridge,
knowing nothing of his fate, nor could I learn for a long time. How
many fearful forebodings of evil will force themselves on my depressed
heart, in God will I place my trust, he is wise and good, he will
overrule all things well, whatever man in his wickedness and weakness
may try to do, God will overrule all for the good of His children, could
we only feel with true confidence that we were of the Household of
faith how cheerfully resigned would we be to the many trials of life
and be ready to depart and be at peace in Heaven, how blessed are the
dead, who have died in the Lord—this sad, cruel war, upon whom rest
the great sin of having involved this happy, peaceful prosperous
country in it? May God deal with his accustomed mercy in punishing
His weak and sinful creatures.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>23d. July. 1864.</head>
        <p>I feel pretty well again this morning, my cold having pretty
<pb id="king31" n="31"/>
nearly passed off. I went to see Mrs. McClatchy yesterday afternoon,
she kindly requested me to come and stay with them if I got sick, I
could not bear to be sick alone at Home. I now suffer more in spirits
than in body, I hope after a few days we may be allowed the privilege
of going into town again. The greater part of this morning we have
heard heavy firing of cannon toward the S.E. I learnt last evening
that the Federal forces had gone into Atlanta the previous afternoon,
but have heard none of the particulars. I hope the citizens did not
abandon their homes as they did here, as painful as it is to be 
restricted as we are here, it is a duty to remain at home and give
personal attention to one's interests, the path of duty is the path
of safety, running away from Home even before an enemy is cowardice
and weakness—my stay here though subjecting me to many inconveniences,
has been and still is a source of much gratification in affording me
an opportunity of knowing the character of the Federal Army, and
understanding their feelings and plans and so far none, even among
privates in their intercourse with me have manifested any other
feelings than those which are kind and gentlemanly. I have had nothing
to pain me in my free intercourse with them, but everything
has tended to allay any unkind feelings which I may have previously
entertained and I truly wish all our ultra disunion men of the South
could have enjoyed the same privilege I have for the past 3 weeks—
both in sorrows and in joys. I had a number of visitors last night
who spent the night with me and left early in the morning. Maj. H.C.
<pb id="king32" n="32"/>
Flagg left me after an early dinner today for his command in front,
much to my sorrow, he has been with me over two weeks having been
quite unwell. I formed a strong attachment for him, although an
ultra union man, he is a man of generous and warm sympathies, fine
talent, and well educated, a native of Virginia near Martinsburg, a
lawyer residing at Rogersville, Ea. Ten. about 30 years old with a
wife &amp; 2 children; his sufferings and losses he says have been great
by the destruction of his property in Rogersville. He often said to
me he thoroughly condemned the robberies and destruction of property
which was so often done by soldiers, but that if I knew as well as he
did, how many of them had suffered severely in the same way and among
their friends at their Homes, I would understand what demon passions
had been roused, and how difficult a duty it was for the officers to
keep their men in check—the brute passions had been aroused, and it
seemed nothing short of brute gratification could appease it. I had
a short visit this afternoon from 3 young men connected with the
Commissary department in town, they asked me visit them when I went
to town. Gen'l Rousseau came to town last evening with his command. 
They are encamped at the Military Hill. I was gratified to hear this
afternoon that he had not made an attack on the West Point Bridge,
it being too strongly guarded, thus relieving me from much of my
anxiety about the safety of our dear little boy—nor had he gone to
Montgomery. Mr. Shepard and young McClatchy called to see me today,
an old man and wife who live near Ruff's Station, also made me a visit,
<pb id="king33" n="33"/>
they say they have been pretty much robbed of everything and they had
been trying to get to town to get something to live on, but they
would not be allowed to go in; that they had some corn but there was
no mill to grind, that some of the soldiers told them that we had a
handmill here, and asked me if we would allow them to grind on it.
I told them that they or any of their neighbors could do so, he said
they have been pounding their corn in a mortar, they said they would
come on Monday with corn to grind. How great and many are the sufferings
of the poor.</p>
        <p>Mrs. McClatchy informed me that when Gen'l Rousseau's Cavalry
passed the House yesterday afternoon she noticed one of their soldiers
lashed down on his horse, his head tied down on the neck, she inquired
the cause, and was informed that he had been caught stealing a chicken
on the road, and he had been tied all day in that manner for punishment.
The heavy firing has continued all day and still continues at
dark.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>24 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>Sabbath but no Sabbath variations for me, all the days of the
week seem alike to me and the servants, no Church and no privilege to
visit town, I have to remain at our lonely House, even the poor
servants seem depressed in spirits at the disjointed state of affairs,
the only cheering thought to me is, time is passing away, and if our
lives are spared, within a few months I and my family will probably
<pb id="king34" n="34"/>
be at our quiet happy Home again, when there will again be some
motive to live—the servants seem dull at the very monotony of
life, what an affliction idleness is—not even a garden, chickens,
nor pigs to afford us employment, I can vary the scene and enjoy
myself by reading, but the servants are deprived of even this lonely
enjoyment of life. I feel very lonely this pleasant, bright, cool
day, no company—and hearing constantly this morning the heavy
cannonading at the S.E. which I am informed was kept up the most of
last night - man killing his brother man, like beast of prey, without
even the excuse of hunger or passion towards each other—and I am
in ignorance if one <sic corr="of my">ofmy</sic> poor children may not be among the slain;
this sad war, this war brought on by the corruption of politicians—
how often are my feelings painfully excited toward that class of
human demons, for whose corrupt occupation I have all my life felt
the bitterest contempt, the most of them would willingly despoil
Heaven for an office. In my dull spirits I made neighbor Sheppard a
visit of 2 hours this morning, but there learnt nothing to cheer me,
although all their family were together, they were about as dull as
I am all alone—nothing without to cheer me, I must place my trust
more in God relying on his goodness, wisdom and power. I hear many
of our poor fellows have been brought up prisoners within a few days
past, I could see none of them, being excluded from town. What a life
to live, were it not for the buoyant hopes of the future to cheer.</p>
        <p>This afternoon I visited Mrs. Brown and Mrs. <sic resp="transcriber">Brewer[?]</sic>.  Mrs. Brown
<pb id="king35" n="35"/>
has lost nearly all of the little she had, and continued to be
pilfered all the time—living on the high pathway to Atlanta,
constantly travelled by wagons, horsemen and footmen—the old
woman is all alone, excepting a little daughter of Mrs. Brown's
she had with her. Mrs. <sic resp="transcriber">Brewer [?]</sic>says she has had but little stolen from
her, excepting her cow and calf which had been taken. I could not
but think the cause of her exemption indoors was either she had
nothing to steal, or the want of cleanliness may have disarmed the
Robber's voraciousness. Mrs. Brown says 2 soldiers stopped at her
House and asked what kind of man I was, she said a good one. They
inquired if I was a Union Man, she said the people called me so, they
said how could he be a Union man and had so many d--m negroes about
me, she says she heard some of them say, and I have heard the
same remark the soldiers, that they hated the Negro race, and they
would as quickly shoot a negro as a dog—one said to me and he was
a western man, that such was his hatred to the negro that rather the
negroes should be sent among them, or even kept in this country, he
was willing the war should continue for 7 years longer if only to
kill the Negroes off. What is to become of this poor race after this
War God only knows, we can only hope and trust that he will so overrule
all things, as to result in the advancement of their happiness and
usefulness—during my absence from Home, Maria said I had missed
much good company, that many gentlemen had called to see me, and some
had waited a long time for my return, they did not leave their names,
some she said were "big officers." Towards evening, I went over to
<pb id="king36" n="36"/>
Mrs. McClatchy and made them a short visit, and found her like myself
very anxious about her sons in the Cadet Batt'n. I told her we must
try and place our trust in a merciful God, but my own heart was very,
very full with anxiety about my children so exposed to danger in this
sad war, a war towards which I have always been <sic corr="opposed">exposed</sic>, and after
supper I returned to my solitary room, read until Bedtime, and was
soon released from my anxious cares by sleep, but I am now too anxious
about my family to sleep as soundly as usual.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>25 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>Another day of trial and anxiety has come, all nature seems
cheerful, the skies bright and clear and the weather very cool for
the season, and after Breakfast as I could not go to town I walked
to the Picket station near the Graveyard, gave one of them a letter
to take to the P.O. for me and asked him to inquire for letters there
for me, I sat there some time with them and on my return made Mr.
<sic corr="Marks'">Marks</sic> (at Col. Brumby's House) family a long visit where I met two
Federal officers, there I learnt that the report of the Federal Army
having entered Atlanta some days ago was untrue, and that they were
still out of it up to yesterday evening, that the fighting on Thursday
and Saturday was very severe and the loss large on both sides, that
on Thursday Gen'l McPherson (one of the best of the Fed. Gen'ls) was
killed and Gen'l Hardee was killed on Saturday and a large number of
other officers on both sides, and the sacrifice of men great on both
sides, how this needless war is spreading mourning and distress throughout
our once prosperous and almost perfectly happy county—if the
<pb id="king37" n="37"/>
politicians were out of the way, how soon could the afflicted people
reconcile their differences, and terminate this appalling and wicked
sacrifice of Life and happiness. One of the officers (Capt. Krif)
who I met at Mr. Marks' seeing my great anxiety about our dear
little boy, very kindly offered to examine among the prisoners whenever
they come up, to learn if he should be among them, should he ever
be one I will follow him and share his fate wherever he go, for
this purpose he wrote down his <sic corr="name">mane</sic> and command, I still hope however,
that the Cadets may be stationed at the West Point Bridge. It is
reported that 1100 Conf. Prisoners came up today. Some difficulties
seem to be apprehended above that Gen'l Rosseau's Cavalry which had
just reached here from Ala. and expected to remain here at rest for 2
or 3 weeks was hurried off on Saturday evening and a large Cavalry
force passed up on the Atlanta road on Saturday evening. We are kept
in perfect ignorance of the causes of these moves—an old man
(Hendricks) and his two little boys came some miles today with corn
on their backs to grind on our mill. I gave them about 1 peck of
Rough Rice. Mr. Sheppard made me a visit this afternoon and so did
Mrs. Brown, but neither had any news worth recording. Mrs. Brown
related her troubles and losses but all did not amount to much
excepting her cow, and knives and forks—her condition now is nearly
Robberproof, excepting her little garden, which she says has been
spared. In the evening I went to the Picket Line to inquire if they
had any letter for me, but they had inquired and found none. I
returned to my solitary home for the night.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <pb id="king38" n="38"/>
        <head>26th. July. 1864.</head>
        <p>The weather cold and pleasant but very smoky—Mr. Sheppard
sent over his son this morning for a Horse, as I had informed him
that I had on the premises many rejected Horses, which could be made
serviceable after a while, one I intended to take care of to plough
up a spot of ground for Turnips, although we are taking care of him
with the full conviction that he will be stolen from us, so soon as
he can be made of any service. We must plant some Turnips and
Cabbages for a winter garden, thinking it very probable that the
Ladies may have to spend the winter, as the condition of our Home in
the Low Country a few months hence is very uncertain. I have not gone
from home this morning, during the morning Capt. Krif called to see
me and spent about 2 hours with me, he informed me that he had 
enquired among the prisoners about our little son, but hear nothing
of the Batt. of Cadets, so I hope they are still at West Point. The
Capt. very kindly promised to continue his enquiries after our boy,
 &amp;  that as I was so lonely, he would come to see me every day or two.
<sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> a Capt. stopped with took dinner &amp; spent a few <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> left for
Marietta, he this morning left the <sic corr="neighbor">neyhbour</sic> of Atlanta, he said the
Federal Army was within 2 or 3 miles of the City, but had not got there
yet, that the fighting on Thursday and Saturday was very severe, &amp; the
loss in killed &amp; wounded on both sides was heavy, theirs particularly
so on Saturday, that our loss in prisoners was large, but he did not
know what number of Prisoners they had lost. We hear some cannonading
<pb id="king39" n="39"/>
today but not much. I made Mrs. McClatchy a short visit this
afternoon &amp; then returned to my lonely home.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>27th. July. 1864.</head>
        <p>2 gentlemen from Capt. Rankin's train stopped about 8 o'clock
 &amp; spent the night with me, after breakfast they left for Marietta.
About 7 o'clock a Company of Cavalry under Capt. Shultz connected
with Gen. Gerard's Division came up &amp; encamped under the Trees, they
were just from Roswell and now passing around to the West. One of
the officers told me he saw &amp; spoke to Bro. Pratt yesterday, that
they were well, &amp; seemed to be getting on comfortably, that a Regiment
of Inf'y had been sent to Roswell to remain on duty there, which
would afford them protection. So soon as the men had got their Horses
fixed, they commenced prowling about for plunder no doubt, I had to
keep a close watch on them. Some had got into the kitchen and were
taking off things, I made them replace them &amp; leave, others had
forced the cellar door and were overhauling, I made them quit &amp; again
fastened the door. Nothing outside of the doors was safe without
close watching, but as I had weeks ago had every thing of much value,
even the unshucked corn, placed within the House, there was very
little to watch out of it, &amp; the House &amp; all within I could very easy
protect even without a guard; I notice a number of men closely looking
into the Box bushes in the circular garden, so thoroughly searching
it excited my own curiosity. I said to them <sic corr=", &quot;you can find nothing there,&quot;">you can find nothing there,</sic>
they said <sic corr="&quot;O Yes, we found some apples hid,&quot;">O Yes, we found some apples hid</sic>—their predecessors, I
<pb id="king40" n="40"/>
presume had hid them. After they had made a general search all over
the premises, they seemed to come to the conclusion, either I had
nothing to steal, or that I had placed all beyond their reach, and
became quieted —during the day a number of wagons have camped about,
and they think it probable they may have to be stationed here for some
days. Also a Cavalry Co. under Com'd of Capt. Irwin, with a Captain
Scott, a young &amp; intelligent Irishman, and one with very just &amp; liberal
in his sentiments, all of them are agreeable companions apparently.
Mr. Shepard came to see me this afternoon in much distress; he wanted
a guard, the soldiers have been committing depredations, &amp; so many
<sic corr="straggling">stragling</sic> about him, he felt apprehension of further annoyances. One
of the soldiers about me got drunk this afternoon, and became very
unruly, all the officers being absent, the men could not control him,
he broke into Sharper's House &amp; run him, he ran to me for protection
in the House. I went out to see after one of his officers, but none
were there. I got the other men to keep him from disturbing the negroes
 &amp; to keep him away from their Houses, he is the first unruly &amp; bad one
I have yet come <sic corr="across">accross</sic>, but he was crazy from drinking, and I expect
naturally bad,—he cursed the "damned Nigger" and said he would like
to kill the whole race. He has greatly alarmed the servants. What
a sad fate awaits the poor Negro race—the drunken soldier cursed
them &amp; said they were the cause of this war, the prevailing feeling
of this army as far as I have been able to notice, is bitter hatred
towards the poor negroes, and the officers having employed so many of
<pb id="king41" n="41"/>
them as servants about them, tends greatly to increase the hatred of
the soldiers. Large trains of Wagons have been passing nearly all
the afternoon towards Marietta &amp; many encamping all around us, these
with the many Cavalry command all about, require great watchfulness
to guard against depredations. I get along with them very well, by
mixing &amp; talking freely with them, watching them, &amp; keeping every
thing out of reach, keeping nearly every thing in the House, &amp; the
doors always locked—to leave any thing exposed for a few minutes,
is certain loss, such is War among civilized &amp; enlightened men, and
the men of our own army, from my own experience, are but little if
any better. We feel a pitiable contempt for the natives of the Pacific
Islands for their aptness &amp; habit of stealing, they cannot well surpass
the soldiers in the Army. Most of them to feel as if robbing their
friends &amp; enemies alike is a part of their duty as soldiers, &amp; I
think it probable many of them enter the Army chiefly for the purpose
of Robbing. I truly wish all the advocates of this sad war could
partake of my painful experiences for the past 2 months, to convince
them of the Evils of War, &amp; of my wisdom in having been so opposed
to this War. They would be more reluctant in future to involving a
happy &amp; prosperous country in such a War as we now have upon us, but
many of them will never have much personal experience of its evils &amp; 
calamities, to understand fully its terrors.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>28th. July. 1864.</head>
        <p>I had a quiet night last night &amp; slept well, the passing away of
each day adds to the cheering feeling, the knowledge that my sad
<pb id="king42" n="42"/>
separation from my family &amp; friends has been reduced one day; but how
many days more remain for this painful separation, &amp; how many of us
will be, at its termination, permitted to meet each other on earth
God alone knows. Soon after Breakfast this morning, Capt. Irwin
having left for town, some of his men commenced annoying the servants,
 &amp; were in Sharper's House taking their things, as he had no officers
at hand I had to act the part by making them put back his property &amp;
shut up his House, so soon as I left they renewed their depredations.
I was about going for<sic resp="transcriber"> [torn]</sic> when fortunately Col. <sic corr="Eggleston">Egleston</sic> leading
the whole Reg't<sic resp="transcriber"> [torn] </sic>to the House with the Balance of his Command,
the disturbers immediately became as quiet as Lambs. The Col. &amp; his
Regiment will probably remain with us for some time, I hope so, as all
the officers I have seen are gentlemanly pleasant men, and will afford
me agreeable company &amp; afford me the opportunity of visiting about a
little more, feeling confident all things at Home will be kept safe
 &amp; in good order while I am away. Yesterday I was compelled to remain
at Home the whole day to protect the negroes. I have made the servants
move all their property into the <sic corr="House">H ouse</sic>, where I may protect them from
the thieves. Young McClatchy came to me this morning before Col.
Egleston came, saying that the Robbers had been annoying &amp; stealing
from them,  &amp; they wanted a guard. I sent him to Maj'r Rider who was
about 1/4 mile off, who I felt confident would provide him with a guard.
I will go over this afternoon and see how they are getting on. I
have felt much sympathy for them. I was informed this morning that
<pb id="king43" n="43"/>
an extensive raid under Gen'l Stoneman (15,000 Cavalry) had left a
few days ago for the South, probably to release the prisoners at
Andersonville. My anxiety has been greatly excited by information
today, that an expedition was probably on foot of a large force under
Gen'l Banks, being sent from New Orleans to attack Savannah soon. If
such be the case, what is my wife, Mother and Aunt to do? Could I be
there to advise them, I would urge them to leave &amp; come up to Marietta.
I know they could get permission to pass through the Lines, and here
we could endure our trials and troubles and enjoy our pleasures together.
I truly fear the great anxieties of this Summer &amp; the warm
climate of Sav'h will wear out my wife and the old ladies. I often
wish I could be with them to extend my sympathy and advice. I think
I ought to get permission to pass the Lines and bring them all home.
I am at a loss to determine what to do. What an amount of sad
anxiety this terrible War occasions to us, who have had no agency
in bringing it on. We can only confide in God's wisdom and goodness
 &amp; do whatever we may deem to be our duty, and leave the results to
Him. I this afternoon rec'd a Letter from Brother Ralph dated Saratoga
Springs 19th July in reply to my Letter to him of the 7th. inst.
urging me to make them a visit, which I would gladly do, if I can
so arrange affairs as to prudently leave the servants, but fear for
their protection I will have to remain at my present lonely home.
O for one half hours talk and conference with my wife, Mother and
Aunt, as this privilege I cannot have, I must pray to God to guide
us all in the discharge of our duty. I made a short visit this
<pb id="king44" n="44"/>
afternoon to Mrs. McClatchy, she had got a guard, and was getting on
very comfortably, but felt some anxiety in consequence of one of the
pickets about 200 yds. from her house had been fired at about 1
o'clock, causing an apprehension that Bushwhackers were near her. Having
much company now Home is not so lonely.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>29 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>I had a comfortable nights rest last night &amp; no noise about.
Col. E. had appointed guards <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> of the House, with the officers
with me, everything is orderly &amp; quiet; without them I have to act
officer myself. I made Mr. Shepard a visit this morning, all getting
on well, but he getting very anxious to make such a disposition of
his 37 Bales Cotton as to enable him &amp; his family to leave for the
North, he like myself getting very anxious to get to town, but we
still are excluded and this Bushwacky excitement will keep us the
longer out. Some of the soldiers told me this morning that it was
reported that some of our Guerillas had been seen in the <sic corr="neighborhood">neybourhood</sic>.
The provost Marshall from town was here yesterday, I asked what
probability there was us country people being allowed to go to town, he
said it was very uncertain. I asked if they would give me permission
to go to the North, he said they would any time I may desire to go,
if I am to be excluded from town long, I will either go North or
South, provided I can get some good family to take care of the House
 &amp; servants during my absence, for I cannot leave without some careful
person in charge, without every thing would soon be destroyed or
<pb id="king45" n="45"/>
stolen, &amp; the servants driven to find some thing to eat. As
anxious as I am to be away from this solitary Home, I cannot leave
as things are. Messrs. Shepard &amp; Goodman are much disappointed and
annoyed at the delay in arranging for their cotton to enable them
to leave here for the North. The Government will not yet consent
to cotton being sold or shipped to the North, which compells them
to remain. I heard this afternoon that there had been some fighting
the day before yesterday to the West of Atlanta near G. but have not
heard the result. We heard the heavy cannonading, every severe fight
increases my anxiety about our little boy.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>30 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>I went to see our <sic corr="neighbor">neighbour</sic> Mr. Marks (at Col. Brumby's) this
morning, I found the old man quite unwell &amp; has been so for some time,
they are getting on pretty well, they like myself feel much anxiety
about their son in Johnson's Army—how many poor hearts are burdened
 &amp; breaking by this needless war. What a joyful day will it be to
me when peace returns. God grant that it may not be far distant;
all the Federal soldiers I converse with seem as anxious as I am for
peace, that they may be allowed to their families &amp; domestic enjoyments
at Home—all the feelings they express seem kind &amp; sympathizing
with us. My intercourse with them has greatly elevated my
opinion of the character &amp; feelings of the Federal Army. I have
but little bitterness expressed except towards the poor negro, they
all seem to hate those poor creatures. Mr. Shepard called to see me
<pb id="king46" n="46"/>
this morning while I was absent from Home. I made Mrs. McClatchy
a short visit <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> all pretty well &amp; comfortable. I learnt that
the firing at the Picket a few <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> only a little mischief of some
of his comrades, as he was a new soldier, they only wanted to frighten
him a little, they shot above his Head. I was gratified to learn
from Col. E. this evening that it was rumored, &amp; which I hope may
prove true, that Gen'l Johnson had again assumed command of our Army,
as Hood would soon kill off all our poor men in fighting, an act
which the nobleness of Gen. J's heart will not allow him to do, for
the cause of humanity I sincerely hope that Gen'l J. has again assumed
the command. I saw a poor woman yesterday evening with her little
son on Horseback, going into town to seek protection, from the Federal
Army, she informed me that the Bushwhackers &amp; Guerillas had been to
her house in the morning, and had threatened to kill her husband who
was sick in bed, &amp; to destroy every thing she had. She had fortunately
got her husband off for town in a wagon before she left, &amp; desired
help to move her little property to town. She lives near Powder Springs;
as bad as it is to be in the wake of an Army, it in much worse to
be on the Wings, where you are constantly exposed to the danger of
inroads from the stragglers &amp; scouts from both Armies. What terrors
 &amp; cruelties accompany Wars.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>31 July. 1864.</head>
        <p>Another Sabbath has come, without its accompanying enjoyments,
all bustle &amp; noise, with the regular performance of secular duties.
<pb id="king47" n="47"/>
I asked Col. E. why he had no Chaplain to his Reg't, he said they
had one at first, but though he was a good &amp; learned Man, he finding
he could do no good, resigned &amp; they have had none since. I am
almost tempted to offer him my services while he remains here, but
do not know how acceptable it would be. I think I will delay it for
another Sabbath, should they remain here so long, he says many of
his men are religious men, and hold prayer meetings regularly. I
must form the acquaintance of some of them, as I am not allowed to
go to town to attend Church, nor do I know if there are any Church
services there. None of us county people are allowed to go to town
nor the town people to come in the county—a great privation to me.
Mr. Shepard with his 2 little daughters made me a visit this morning.
Capt. Scott has been sick with fever for 2 days in the House, he is
better today. We had a good dinner today, Col. E. having sent me
a fine piece of Beef for roasting, regular genuine Yankee Beef. Maria
cooked it in fine style &amp; I had Col. E. &amp; 2 of his officers to dine.
We all acted well our part, I praising the Beef which was very fine,
much better than any of Shugirts, &amp; they praising the cooking. We
have had a rainy day today. Rain much needed. I have written a
Letter to my Wife to go by New York. How I wish I could see them
all, the hope in the future is all which cheers. Col. E. informs
me this evening that he has orders to leave with his Reg't at 5
o'clock in the morning to protect the Wagon train to Buckhead near
Atlanta, how lonely again will it leave me to leave such pleasant
company as he &amp; his officers have been; they have added greatly to
my comfort, I went to bed early this evening as I intended to be
up early in the morning, knowing that stragglers would remain behind.
</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <pb id="king48" n="48"/>
        <head>
          <emph rend="underline">1st. Aug't. 1864.</emph>
        </head>
        <p>It cheers me to know that a new month has commenced—how very
anxious am I that this anxious &amp; melancholy summer should pass away;
and God only knows what better awaits us in the winter. I heard yesterday
that the Pickets had shot a Bushwhacker near Kennesaw Mountain,
they are getting uncomfortably near about, the whole county is becoming
lawless, and will be <sic corr="more so">moreso</sic> as the Army is farther removed from
Marietta, their force afford us much protection. These Lawless Men,
from all I can learn, consists of citizens, and Federal &amp; Conf't
stragglers &amp; deserters, they will attack any one, their object seems
to be robbery. A soldier with his face badly cut up informed me today
that while coming out of town at 3 o'clock yesterday afternoon,
he was attacked near the grave yard by 2 of his fellow soldiers,
beaten &amp; robbed of about $18. which he had with him. Col. B. B.
Eggleston left this morning with his Reg't at 5 o'clock, he is a
very good, sensible man about 50 years old, a farmer near <sic corr="Chillicothe, Ohio">Chillicothe
Ohio</sic>, but his family just now being at Huntsburg, Geauga County, Ohio,
to educate the children; he has a wife &amp; 5 children, the oldest a
boy of 18 years. I hope to see him again, his officers were all
pleasant men. After the Reg't had left one of the stragglers remained
behind for robbing, he was a little intoxicated, and seemed determined
to get in the House and desired me to open the door after he had
looked all around &amp; found he could not get in, I told him no, he
replyed if I did not he would break in. I told him he would find
<pb id="king49" n="49"/>
that a dangerous business, in the mean time I had sent to <sic corr="Maj'r">Majr</sic> Riter
for a guard. I kept him out of the House for some time being outside
with him, finally I presume he thought there might be some danger,
he quit. The guard (Cummings) come up soon after, the other stragglers
about then left. It is over 2 weeks that I have now done without
a guard, not feeling much apprehension of danger, but the stragglers
becoming more numerous &amp; daring, I think I will retain a guard
with me; it will allow me to go more frequently from the House, without
a guard I have to remain at Home nearly all the time. The servants
will not consent to <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> them to go to the North. It rained heavily
this morning, the afternoon <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> cool, but very dull &amp; lonely—
during the morning Maj'r Riter, N.Y. &amp; Lt. Osborne of Ohio called
to see me &amp; remained about an hour, both intelligent &amp; pleasant men,
 &amp; invited me to make them a visit at their encampment. This afternoon
I learnt that a small division (1600) men of Federal Cavalry with
which was Col. Brannahan, had been defeated on the West Point R.R.
and most of them captured. Col. B. &amp; some of the men who escaped
arrived here last evening; I also learnt that my friend Col. Eggleston
 &amp; Regiment whose return I expected tomorrow, had been sent on a Raiding
expedition; by these raiding parties all the growing crops in the up
country will be destroyed—the heartlessness of War—</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>2d. August. 1864.</head>
        <p>The morning has been clear, cool and <sic corr="pleasant,">pleasant ,</sic> with constant
moving of Wagons &amp; Cavalry, every thing seems animated with the spirit
<pb id="king50" n="50"/>
of War. My friend Maj'r Flag made me visit today &amp; took dinner with
me, he is still quite unwell &amp; thinks he will return Home, he like
myself thinks there is no place like Home. When he left me about 10
days ago, I jocularly said to him, as he was going then to join his
Reg't in front for a raid, that should he be taken prisoner, be sure
and write to my Wife, giving him her address, which he promised to
do, but being too unwell he did not accompany the Reg't, nearly the
whole of his Reg't (Brannahan's) has been taken prisoner, had he been
with the Reg't my wife would probably have heard from me. I regret
now I did not make the same request of Col. Eggleston, who has gone
on a Raid. In the afternoon Mrs. McClatchy wrote me a note expressing
great anxiety, as her guard was about to leave her, &amp; desired me to
try and get another for her. I went to encampments at the Tan Yard
 &amp; Mr. Barkers, but there they could spare no guard. I went to see
Mrs. McC. &amp; found her so very anxious, that I determined to procure
a guard for her if possible. I soon after learn that a <sic corr="Michigan">Michican</sic>
Reg't of Cav'y had just arrived guarding a train of 400 Wagons from
Kentucky, &amp; were encamped near Col. Brumby's. I called to see the
officer in command, the Col. was not there, but the Maj'r a very
gentlemanly man, informed me that they had just arrived, &amp; did not
expect to remain here longer than 1 day, still that the Lady should
not be distressed for want of a guard while they remained, and that
he would provide her with one, &amp; kindly went to see her &amp; told her
that she should be protected. I witness a constant exhibition of such
kind feeling. I ret'd to my lonely Home for the Night.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <pb id="king51" n="51"/>
        <head>3 Aug't. 1864.</head>
        <p>After breakfast this morning I made Mr. Shepard a visit, found
him busy repacking 1 Bale of his Cotton, which had been cut open &amp;
the Bagging stolen, then I met a Capt Watson, A. Q. M. he informed
me that he was a nephew of Rev'd Joel R. Graves, &amp; had<sic resp="transcriber"> [torn] </sic>years
in Thomasville, Geo.&amp; Monticella, <sic corr="Florida">florida</sic>, and knew many of my
acquaintances and friends, he had returned from Geo.<sic resp="transcriber"> [torn] </sic>state
about 10 years ago, his father and mother were still living at
Quitman &amp; he had a Brother in the Conf. Service. Soon after I returned
Home a Capt'n with a A. Q. M. from Gen'l Thomas' Army called
to see me on the way from Marietta to the front, whence they left
yesterday morning. They informed me that their entrenchments around
Atlanta on the North were about 2 1/2 Miles from the Depot &amp; on the east
side 1 1/2, that they fire now &amp; then into the city, but not frequently,
being unwilling needlessly to damage the place—during the morning
the Maj'r who so kindly furnished Mrs. McC. with a guard and one of
his officers called to see me. Just before dinner 2 poor Women who
live on the Powder Springs Road with 2 little girls stopped at the
House. 1 of the Women I had seen before, as they could not get into
town, they had been to the Hospital at the Mil. Ins. to exchange
Blackberries for provisions, they come about twice a week to effect
such exchanges for Provisions, they live 7 miles off &amp; their Horse
having been stolen, they have to walk in &amp; out with their small
supplies. Many of these poor robbed people, having nothing at Home
to live on, and sustaining themselves by gathering Blackberries  &amp; 
<pb id="king52" n="52"/>
exchanging them for food, when the blackberries are gone, which
are now nearly over, they must suffer; the whole county in the wake
of the 2 Armies has been robbed of every thing, growing crops, gardens,
Provisions, Poultry, Hogs, Cows, Horses, nearly every thing, in many
cases their clothing &amp; furniture either taken or destroyed by the
soldiers of both armies, &amp; often by the people of the County. All
the wicked passions of the people seem to be left without restrain—
such are some of the fruits of war. How often have I wished that I
had with me all the warm advocates of this War to witness with me from
day to day the sad effects of war, sufferings enough to melt the Heart.
These poor women told me that all their <sic corr="neighbors">neyhbours</sic> were about in the
same condition as themselves, many in actual suffering from want.
The men are all gone &amp; none left but women, children &amp; old &amp; sick men.
They came to see me to get advice what they should do, as they are
now, many must starve ere long. We having only enough left to supply
ourselves until next Winter, we cannot give much. I have aided them
a little, but the wants of myself &amp; the servants must be cared for.
Nothing can be bought to eat, no one is allowed by the regulations
of the Federal Army to sell food or clothing to the citizens. I do
not understand the <sic corr="philosophy">phylosophy</sic> of it, but so it is. I promised these
poor Women to see the Comm't of the Post &amp; represent their cases of
suffering to him, &amp; endeavor to do something for their relief. I have
several times already represented the destitute to the Comm't, their
reply has always been, they are forbidden to give or sell, but they
<pb id="king53" n="53"/>
can exchange provisions for labor, and <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> or send the poor off
to the North. The women &amp; children took dinner with me, of which
they eat heartily, and then left for their Homes. How trying &amp;
painful my circumstances are, and yet how such greater are the sufferers
from actual want of the multitude by whom I am surrounded. So far
from complaining, how grateful ought I to feel. May God sustain me
with patience &amp; with sympathy for the sufferers around me. During the
afternoon I went to the Mil'y Hill Hospital to make a visit to Dr.
Miller (chief Surgeon) &amp; Capt. Skrif, the Dr. &amp; his Ass'nts were very
busy amputating Legs &amp; Arms, 250 new patients having been brought in
from the front during the day &amp; 200 more expected tomorrow. They now
have at that Hospital 850 patients. I walked much among them,  &amp; saw
enough, as I had often done before, to convince me that good  &amp; Christian
men should always exert their influence to oppose Wars. A large number
of the wounded were laying uncovered in the Yard, when a sudden  &amp; heavy
storm of Rain &amp; Wind came up. When it was over, near dark, I returned
Home, &amp; found an officer here to see me, their encampment was near
the Rail Road by the front gate—he informed me that their Col'l (W.
Ward, 37 Ind. Reg't) was quite unwell &amp; wanted to know if I would
permit him to sleep in the House tonight. I told him certainly, he
returned to the Camp &amp; soon brought him over. I found him a very
pleasant gentleman, &amp; with whom I had much interesting conversation
before bed time, he said on the 20th. Sept. he will have been in service
3 years &amp; then intended to return Home to his wife &amp; 4 little children.
With what hopes of happiness all good men look forward to their return
Home. He greatly deplored this War with all its sufferings, but said
it could not stop until we are one people.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <pb id="king54" n="54"/>
        <head>4th. Aug't. 1864.</head>
        <p>Col. Ward left me at 5 o'clock this morning, he said as his
Reg't would probably for some time be engaged in guarding the Wagon
trains to the Front, he would often be camped near me for the night,
 &amp; if agreeable to me he would often spend the nights with me. I
told him I should be pleased to have him with me any night. Mr.
Shepard called early this morning to get one of the Servants to go
over to his House to wash for one day. I told him I had no objections,
provided he would protect her from the soldiers while going &amp; returning,
he promised to do so, and Tabby went with him. I keep the servants
on the premises nearly all the time, they seldom go off, soldiers &amp;
vagabonds too numerous for them to move about safely. We have had
a clear &amp; cool day, reminding me of the approach of fall, but still
2 1/2  months more to pass away before I can expect to return Home. My
former complaint of weakness of my Legs &amp; prickly sensation has troubled
me much this Summer, more so than any time for the past 2 years; I
do not know how to account for its return<sic resp="transcriber"> [torn]</sic> then my constant
nervous excitement &amp; anxiety since I have <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> &amp; not having regularly
taken my accustomed exercise, having had to remain at Home so much
of the time to take care of every thing, and having been compelled
to witness so much suffering and distress—how I hope to enjoy Life
again when I am permitted to return to my family—but what satisfactory
arrangements for safety to property can I make to justify my leaving
here in the fall?</p>
        <p>I went to see Mrs. McClatchy this afternoon, all well. I met
<pb id="king55" n="55"/>
an Ox Wagon load of Women &amp; children with 3 men going to town from
the powder Springs Road, to look for work &amp; something to eat, as
they had been stripped of everything. The 2 younger men told me they
had deserted from our Army as it fell back &amp; exposed their Homes &amp;
families, and that they have been compelled to conceal themselves the
greater part of the time to avoid our scouts, that while on the Road
today about 7 miles below town, they were overhauled by some of our
scouts, who seemed determined to shoot them as deserters, but told
them on a/c of the women &amp; children with them they would spare them.
What a time of care &amp; watchfulness we in this county are passing
through, the danger to life &amp; property demands vigilance on the part
of every one. War reduces even civilized men to a state of barbarism.
The men from Stoneman &amp; McCook's Cavalry Raids are coming into Marietta
every day although this Raid did much damage to the West Point &amp; Macon
R. Road, they have from all I can hear been defeated in their main
designs &amp; scattered; and were coming in in straggling parties, many
without Shoes &amp; Hats. We are still kept out of town &amp; will probably
be until Atlanta is occupied by the Federal Army. The close exclusion
in &amp; from town deprives me of much social enjoyment.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>5th. Aug't. 1864.</head>
        <p>Long trains of Wagons passing today and as usual well guarded
with Cavalry, during the morning a portion of the Kentucky Reg't of
Cav'y with large strings of pack mules encamped on the premises, they
informed me that they were on the Raid by Gen'l Stoneman, and had just
<pb id="king56" n="56"/>
returned, that they had reached within a few miles of Macon, and
after much skirmishing, had a severe engagement with Wheeler's
Cavalry, near Clinton about 12 miles from Macon, that they were
defeated and scattered, with a heavy loss in killed, wounded,
prisoners. Among the prisoners lost was Gen. Stoneman himself,
their loss not yet ascertained as their men are coming in all the
while. About noon a large body of Cavalry, mostly dismounted men,
came to encamp on the premises, they are of the 6th. Reg't Ind'a
Cavalry, and had been with Gen'l Stoneman on his Raid, and one of
the escaped who are coming in the Col. &amp; Lt. Col. (Butler &amp;  Biddle)
were taken prisoners, &amp; the command now under Maj'r Carter. Having
so many soldiers encamped about me, it is quite a relief to know that
we have nothing out of doors to lose, Hogs, poultry &amp; gardens all gone—
nothing to lose but 1 old Sow, 1 Hen with 6 chickens, &amp; about 20
Pigeons, so far they have managed well to take care of themselves
by taking to the Woods, whenever large Bodies of soldiers encamp
here <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> so soon as the encampments leave.</p>
        <p>This afternoon a Lut. who had been on Stoneman Raid &amp; had just
come in, informed me of their adventures &amp; route, they went by the
way of Covington &amp; M to Macon, with about 2500 Cavalry, at
Macon about 3 miles east of it, they were met by the militia &amp; there
had a hard fight &amp; were repulsed; and hearing that Wheeler was nearby
in pursuit of them, they retreated towards Clinton, a few miles beyond
it they were overtaken by Wheeler's forces, &amp; had a hard fight &amp; were
<pb id="king57" n="57"/>
defeated, Gen'l Stoneman surrendered with the larger portion of his
force, a large body however made their escape &amp; retreated by the way
of Eatonton, Madison, Watkinsville within 4 miles of Athens &amp; Hog
Mountain, &amp; passed the Chattahoochee about 2 miles above McAffer's
Bridge by a ford, to Roswell. A portion of Wheeler's command in close
pursuit of them all the way until they passed the Chatt'e River, now
 &amp; then attacking their rear. I asked the Lut. if they did not travel
faster ret'g than going, he said much, taking only 4 hours sleep
out of the 24, and had no time to cook, but had to take cooked provisions
wherever they could find any. All of them were much pleased
with the county &amp; people through which they passed; they found them
pleasant &amp; intelligent, and treated them with much kindness, at the
same time told them that they were determined enemies.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>6th. Aug't. 1864.</head>
        <p>Last night we had encamped about us over 800 men, under<sic corr="the"> t he</sic> trees,
with about 100 Camp fires burning, with varieties of singing, sacred
 &amp; mirthful, the Scene was truly a wild one, &amp; while sitting on the
Piazza with some of the officers after supper, I could but feel and
remark to them what a <sic corr="contrast">contrass</sic> to former summers, when I and my family
 &amp; friends were in the habit of sitting on the same Piazza, gently &amp;
peacefully enjoying the pleasant evening breezes, &amp; now to be surrounded
by the wild scenes of War, although I had so much company,
the thoughts soon brought on a fit of the Blues, &amp; I retired early to
bed, and soon drowned my dull thoughts in sleep. This morning all is
<pb id="king58" n="58"/>
life &amp; bustle again, all preparing for their breakfast. I have had
much conversation with the men as well as the officers, all exhibiting
good feelings, &amp; anxious for this sad war to close, and deploring the
necessity of 2 people so much alike in feeling &amp; character fighting
against each other; but that they cannot stop short of reestablishment
of the Union. I this morning became acquainted with the Chaplain of
this Reg't (Rev'd Mr. Griffith) a Welch man but for a long time living
in Indiana, he is a minister of the Presb. Church about 50 or 60 years
of age. A sensible, pleasant &amp; intelligent man, he tells me he will
probably have services here tomorrow, much to my gratification, as
I have not heard a sermon for about 2 months. I asked him to take
a Room in the House with me, but he, like the officers generally,
declined, saying it is better for them to share the accommodations
as the privates, &amp; refrain from the enjoyments of Luxuries &amp; comforts,
but that he will spend much of his time with me while they are encamped
here. I suspected last night while we were all talking on the Piazza,
from his manner &amp; conversation, that he was a Chaplain. Mr. Shepard
called to see me this morning, they are all well, he had no news to
comm'e, but misery likes company, &amp; situated as we all are, we make
the most of each others company—he very anxious to get away, but
cannot until he can make arrangements to get rid of his cotton, the
same is Mr. Goodman's case.</p>
        <p>Tabby has been working at Mr. S. for 3 days past, it has been
raining hard all the afternoon; soldiers busy fixing up the tents to
<pb id="king59" n="59"/>
keep out of the Rain; the soldiers from Stoneman &amp; McCook's Army continue
to be coming in, many have lost everything but a part of the clothes
on them. It continued to Rain until bed time—heavy cannonading
all the afternoon.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>7th. Aug't. 1864.</head>
        <p>Sabbath again, every thing noisy &amp; bustling about. Clear,
bright&amp; cool this morning. I went over to Mr. Shepard, heard no news,
there I met Capt. Wilson a Chaplain (Rev'd Mr. McFarland) from Ohio,
he was unwell&amp; taking rest at Mr. S. for a few weeks.</p>
        <p>Soon after returned Home, the Chaplain commenced his services,
under the trees in the Yard. I sat in the Room Window and attended
his services, not 1/3 of the men attended &amp; but few of the officers;
those who attended were very attentive; the services were short, the
whole occupying less time than an hour. The sermon was from 1 Rom:
Verse, a plain good discourse, but not exhibited the spiritual unction
I had expected. A number of the men from Stoneman's Raid are coming
in today, many without shoes, Hats &amp; coats, and almost all on foot
 &amp; well worn out, these Cavalry Raids must be very uncomfortable 
undertakings. In the afternoon the Chaplain had other services, I did not
attend but went to visit some of the <sic corr="neighbors">neighbours</sic>, his services at night
I attended, he had a larger audience, but much noise &amp; disturbance
around. The officers do not seem to feel much interest in the services,
neither attending themselves nor using their influence to preserve
order. During the afternoon I visited Mrs. McClatchy &amp; Mr. Marks,
all half sick at Mrs. McC. caused I think more by cares &amp; anxieties
<pb id="king60" n="60"/>
than anything else. I saw many officers &amp; men while out &amp; was
generally pleased with them &amp; their conversation, but the unanimous
feelings all seem to express, although opposed to the War &amp; anxious
for peace, are that they cannot stop short of a restoration of the
Union &amp; the abolition of slavery, they generally hate the negroes,
 &amp; believe they are better off as they are than to be freed, but they
say slavery is the cause of the War, and that there can be no permanent
peace between the 2 sections, if slavery is allowed to remain, &amp; to
continue it would be to retain the causes for future disturbances.</p>
        <p>On my return home I found my young friend and former guard (W.
Vickers) who had come all the way from the vicinity of Atlanta to
make me a visit &amp; to remain with me until tomorrow morning, and then
to return to his command near Atlanta, his term of service expires
within 2 weeks when he returns to his Home in Ohio, he is a fine &amp;
sensible young fellow, a Harness Maker by trade. While out this
afternoon I learnt that Rev'd Mr. Benedict had been guilty of some
imprudencies a few days ago (the nature of which I could not learn)
and that he was closely confined to his House under a guard—being
deprived still of the privilege of holding intercourse with the town
people &amp; they with us in the country, we know but little of what is
going on there; they say the restriction will be removed in a few days,
but such has been the promise for some time <sic corr="past">pass</sic>. I suspect it will
continue until the Federal Army occupies Atlanta. I have seen no Negro
Troops in this Army, nor can I hear of any being with it, there are
more or less Negroes in every regiment, but all employed as servants,
cooks, and in performance of the low &amp; menial duties, the soldiers
general hate them.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <pb id="king61" n="61"/>
        <head>8 Aug't. 1864.</head>
        <p>After Breakfast my young friend Vickers left me to return to
his command. Mr. Shepard called to see me this morning but I was out
taking a short walk &amp; did not see him. One of the officers <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic>
Raid, gave an interesting account this morning of his adventures &amp; 
escape. The last attack the straggling party had was 4 miles west
of Guy Tavern, about 25 miles east of Roswell, they were overtaken
 &amp; surprised &amp; each one had to make the best way for themselves, only
2 of them were together, they abandoned their Horses &amp; took to the
woods, it was just before daylight. They <sic corr="concealed">consealed</sic> themselves in a
thicket for some hours &amp; slept, and being very hungry, they met a 
negro man working in a field, who went up to the House &amp; provided
some Bread and milk for them, and wanted to accompany them, but they
told him he was better off where he was. While they were eating, a
Negro woman came to them in the woods and told them scouts were at
the House hunting for them, they being near the River (Chatt'e) ran
down to the River &amp; swam across &amp; went on to Roswell; he informed
me that our scouts often came within 2 miles of Roswell; this officer
is well worn out, &amp; his feet so sore he cannot put on shoes; a few
more of them have come into Camp this morning. This afternoon I
learnt that 3 Spies had been taken during the day in &amp; about Marietta,
1 of them dressed in a Major's uniform of the Federal Army, another
in Sergeant's uniform &amp; the 3d. in Ladies' dress. I could learn none
of the particulars. The scouts from our Army are often seen about.
<pb id="king62" n="62"/>
Mrs. McClatchy having lost her guard I provided another for her
 &amp; took him over to her House this afternoon, all well but her son.
I made but a short visit, it being late and rainy, her situation
excites much sympathy. The appearance of these spies in the community
I apprehend will continue for a much longer time our exclusion from
town, as I presume we are all justly or unjustly looked upon with
suspicion, being a stranger to all I cannot feel much hurt at such
suspicion, were I better known there would probably be less suspicion.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>9 Aug't. 1864.</head>
        <p>We had quite an excitement last night, about 10 o'clock I was
awoke by the noise &amp; stir about, I looked out and saw every thing in
a bustle. I dressed and went down, when I learnt from the Maj'r
Commanding the Reg't camped around me that he had rec'd orders to
get every thing in readiness to move at a moment's notice, &amp; await
farther orders; after a little conversation I suspected it was only
a prudential order under the apprehension of a Raid, and returned to
my Bed, but did not undress, asking the Maj'r to give me notice if
he should receive orders to move, &amp; slept quietly until day Light,
and found all still quiet about. The command having rec'd no further
orders, they have again put up their tents &amp; unsaddled &amp; unharnessed
their Horses &amp; Mules, the Mules were kept in the <sic corr="Wagons">Waggons</sic> all night,
ready to move off any moment. Lieut. Osborne called to see me this
morning &amp; spent some time with me, he is a very intelligent &amp;
agreeable young man—the old Chaplain (Mr. Griffith) spent about 2 hours
<pb id="king63" n="63"/>
with me, affording me very pleasant company. He gave me a description
of Col. W.H. Stiles' House near Cartersville, he says it was not
burnt as it was reported, but was much damaged by the soldiers &amp;
Robbers, the owner not being there to take care of it, much of the
furniture was damaged &amp; so was the Library, the bedding was thrown
out of the doors by the soldiers to sleep on, &amp; then left, he advised
the servant who was there to replace them all in the House, as they
were about the last Reg't to pass, they would not probably be
disturbed again, but the great enemy are the stragglers &amp; Robbers &amp;
they come at all times &amp; places where there was anything to steal,
he said his piano had not been injured. What a sad demoralizer is
War! During the afternoon an old gentleman called to know if he
could stay with me for a few days, that his name was Taff, &amp; was
Chaplain of the 11th. Ken'y Reg't Cav'y that he was too unwell to
continue in active duties and desired to take a little rest, he is
a Campbellite Minister, &amp; seems to be a very good man. I told him
I should be much pleased to have him with me, as long as he could
stay, being greatly in need of company. I made Mrs. McClatchy a
short visit. During the afternoon I had some conversation with Maj'r
Carter, being the first of any length I have had with him, there
seemed to be so little congeniality between him &amp; myself either in
mind or spirits, that I have had but little intercourse with him,
contrary to my course with all the other officers who have been here—
in this interview I found him to be a fair set off against our fire
<pb id="king64" n="64"/>
eating disunion men at the South. With him as with them, governed
by passion and not by reason; he considered all the Citizens at the
South rebels, and as such had forfeited all their rights to life,
liberty and property, and not only had the government a right to do
with them as it pleased, but the individual soldiers had also the
right to appropriate to their own use all they could find of Rebel
property which would contribute to their comfort &amp; gratification,
the depredations comm'd by his Reg't exhibits some of the fruits of
his opinions &amp; feelings. It affords me much gratification however
to record the fact, that this case of Major Carters is the <emph rend="underline">first
instance</emph> I have yet found of such opinions &amp; feelings in officer or
private, after a free and extensive intercourse with the Federal Army
for more than 6 weeks, and this single exception can have but little
influence in affecting my very favorable opinion I have had occasion
to form of the sound sense, good feelings &amp; good conduct of the
officers &amp; privates of the Federal Army, so far as my favorable
opportunities of determining has enabled me to do—it has as greatly
amazed as it has gratified me to find no other exception to this
noble feeling in the Federal Army—even with my previous favorable
opinions of the North, I had anticipated many exceptions.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>10 Aug't. 1864.</head>
        <p>Last night I was informed by Major Carter that as I was a man
of great intelligence &amp; observation, he thought it imprudent for me
to have the liberty of going where I listed, and that for the present
I must not leave the House without his consent, so I have been a
<pb id="king65" n="65"/>
prisoner at home since 8 o'clock last night—so <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> punishment
for being ‘intelligent &amp; observing.’ It however changes my habits
<sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> as for weeks past I have been but seldom out of the House
<sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> affords me more attraction at Home. So if ignorance is freedom,
it is folly to be wise. Maj'r Carter further enjoined upon me that
I must not hold intercourse with his men, but could with his officers.
This restriction I regret more than the curtailment of my personal
liberty, as naturally and from habit, I am more fond of conversing
with the poor and ignorant than with the Rich &amp; intelligent—however
for a while an extensive and varied library will afford me a good
substitute for the company of either, being so happily constituted,
I can easily accommodate myself to circumstances.</p>
        <p>Mr. Shepard made me a visit this afternoon, &amp; was detained by
a heavy Rain, he informs me that Dillard Young had passed through the
Lines &amp; returned to Marietta &amp; he heard had been asking particularly
after me there. I should like to see him to learn something of my
friends, but as neither of us can go in nor out of town now, we cannot
have the interview for a while, he had left his family here. An
officer told me today that some time ago he had read in one of our
papers, he thinks a Sav'h Paper, a terrible account of the doings
of the Federal Army in &amp; about Marietta, and a most slanderous one
of the insults and indignities to Women, some stript of their clothing
and turned into the streets. I was in Marietta nearly every day the
first 3 weeks of their arrival here &amp; mingled a great deal with the
<pb id="king66" n="66"/>
inhabitants, and have never heard of a single case of insult or
indignity to any female, had such a case occurred there or in the
vicinity I know I should have heard it. Robberies were the chief
depredations done, and much of that, as in the case of Mr. Page &amp;
other stores, was done by our own Army when retreating the night
before, Saturday. I have heard of but little wanton damage done,
 &amp; such cases mostly to houses left deserted; every effort as far as
my experience extends, has been made to protect property by the Fed'l
Army. I learnt a few days ago, that when Gen'l Thomas had the Thieves
arrested at our House on the first day, he also had a Captain arrested,
who was only a quiet spectator out of doors, for neglect of his duty
in not having stopped the Robbers, and that he was to be Court
Marshalled for his neglect of duty. I hear orders have been sent to
burn the Bridge at Roswell, which had been rebuilt by the Federal
Army, as they needed the Bridge no longer. I fear their forces are
to be withdrawn from Roswell, and that Brother Pratt &amp; family will
be exposed to the ravages of the bands of Robbers pouring over the
country. Lawlessness pervades the Land. O this War!</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>11th. Aug't. 1864.</head>
        <p>Cool &amp; pleasant this morning, how cheering it would be if I were
in Savannah to take a ride with my wife out to the Bridge for the day,
instead of being as I am today confined at Home, away from all who
render life dear to me, but the varieties of Life are <sic corr="beneficial, &amp;">beneficial, &amp;</sic>
therefore out to be cheerfully submitted to. Mr. Shepard made me a
visit this morning, nothing new. I had an interesting visit this
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morning<sic resp="transcriber"> [torn]</sic> in a Kentucky regiment who has been with the Stoneman
Raid <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> Reg't under Col. Adams, his narrative of their retreat
was very exciting, &amp; retreating, he states that when they had reached
4 miles North of Clinton Jones Co. they met Wheeler's force entrenched
<sic corr="across">accross</sic>  the Road, &amp; while contending with them a force of
Infantry came up in the rear &amp; they were entirely surrounded and
after fighting for hours, Gen'l Stoneman finding nothing could be done,
determined on surrendering. Col. Adams stated that his men would not
surrender, that their time of service was nearly out, &amp; they meant
to fight their way out. Gen'l S. magnanimously said they would fight
on longer to afford them a better opportunity of making their escape
on another Road, which they did making quite a circuit around, but
were pursued by our Cavalry nearly the whole way to the Chattahoochie
River, which they had to fight many times, that they were treated
with much kindness by the people, that they were only fired on once
by a Bushwhacker &amp; that was by an old gentleman riding in a Buggy,
they shot him breaking his arm which they dressed &amp; then let him go.
They escaped with the greater portion of their men, they also picked
up &amp; brought in with them many of the straggling men of 2 Ill's Reg'ts
under command of Col. Caperton, which Reg'ts had been sadly cut up.
Whenever they could pick up a Horse they took it, &amp; dropped one of
their worn out Horses, they had very little sleep while on the Raid.</p>
        <p>I had a long and interesting conversation today with my friend
 &amp; companion, the Campbellite Chaplain, he says he is a Lawyer by
profession as well as preacher. Mrs. McClatchy's guard came to see me
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today, he says she is much distress of mind. I regret I cannot go
to see her this afternoon, her son continues quite sick—the guard
is anxious to return to me. This evening another sick officer asked
if I could not allow him to occupy one of the Rooms, he was so
comfortless in his Tent, I gave him a Room.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>12th. Aug't. 1864.</head>
        <p>Early this morning while dressing, hearing some one walking
in the passage, I looked out &amp; saw a soldier going down the steps
with something like Blankets, not knowing but that they were his own,
I requested the servants to look among the things upstairs, &amp; notice
if anything was missing. Eliza said 2 of her Blankets were gone, I
reported the case to a Lieut. who was upstairs &amp; described the man
to him, he immediately identified a man who had been in his Room, &amp;
sent to him to bring the Blankets back at once if he desired to avoid
trouble. They were immediately returned, he came to me to apologize,
saying he did not mean to keep them but a few days until he could be
supplied, as he had just returned from the Stoneman Raid &amp; had lost
every thing. I told him he ought to have asked for the use of them,
as Eliza consented I told him to retain them for a few days, taking
his name, Comp'y, Reg't and requested the Lieut. not to report him.
My guard (Caldwell) whom I had a few days ago transferred to Mrs.
McClatchy <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> called as usual this morning to see me &amp; asked me to
provide another guard <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> &amp; let him return back to me as he much
preferred being with me <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> so I am getting popular. I told him
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to wait until tomorrow. This afternoon Mr. Shepard &amp; his 2 little
daughters made me a visit, it was cheering even to have a sight of
children—so lonely exceedingly lonely am I, with little other
company than books, that visits of any kind are very acceptable—
time is however passing away so very rapidly, that dull cares are
often driven away. When I remember how rapidly the winter is approaching,
when I may hope to return to my family if I can then make any arrangements
for taking care of the servants &amp; House during my absence.
This War is a sad destroyer of comforts.</p>
        <p>Tabby's child has been sick for 3 days past, better today. Tabby
has been remaining at Home for 2 days to attend to it. This afternoon
is cool, clear&amp; pleasant, every thing looks so bright &amp; green &amp;
peaceful, with the marks of War all around me, in Wagons, Tents &amp;
Soldiers; Soldiers all cheerful &amp; merry, with nothing to do but amuse
themselves; a band of Music performing nearly every evening on the
premises. This afternoon one of the servants <sic corr="saw">say</sic> a soldier coming
in from the shed window up stairs with an arm full of clothing, which
had been washed and put out on the shed to dry. She told him if he
did not put it down at once she would call out for me, who at the time
was in the front room reading, he immediately replaced them &amp; went
out. She then pointed out the young fellow to me, but I do wish to
report him to his Commander. Large force of Cavalry passed up the
Road this morning towards Marietta. Nothing new to day.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <pb id="king70" n="70"/>
        <head>13th. Aug't. 1864.</head>
        <p>Pleasant day today. My guard called again today, anxious to
return to me, &amp; as I need his services I have sent him with a note
to his command to ask him to furnish Mrs. McClatchy with another
guard. I do not know what can attract the young man so warmly to me.
Situated as I am, lonely &amp; cheerless, with but little to make him
comfortable; and I give him many a sobersided talk, he is a fine
young Scotchman about 21 years old. Soldiers just riding up with
their Horses loaded with bundles of corn Stalks all in tassels, a
daily sight, and a sad one to see the corn crops almost ripe cut
down and destroyed, to leave the poor farmers in want another year,
but the Horses must have provender. Our Army did the same in cutting
the Oat, Wheat &amp; Corn crops—Famine or Want the attendant of an Army<sic corr="."/></p>
        <p>My guard returned to me this afternoon, he adds a little to my
company. I had a long visit this afternoon from a pretty regular
visitor for some time, P'y Serg. D.W. Evans from <sic corr="Hillsboro, Ohio">Hillsboro Ohio</sic>
connected with 1st Reg Ohio Cavalry (Col. Eggleston's) he is a young
man of good sense &amp; fine spirits, he has relieved me much and often
of my loneliness—it has been <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> of much gratification &amp; gratitude
to me to experience the enjoyment&amp; <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> from my free intercourse
with the officers &amp; privates of the Federal<sic resp="transcriber"> [torn]</sic> of some of the
command now encamped around me (6th. Ind'a Cav'y) and only a few of
them; all others in their free intercourse with me, have exhibited
the conduct of kind delicate and courteous gentleman; a fact which
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would have been incredible to me, had I not personally <sic corr="experienced">experience</sic>
it. My friend the Campbellite Chaplain makes visits to town every
afternoon, and gives me all the news he can learn, which is very
little however; he enquired for letters for me, but I can get none;
I perform my part in writing often, but I fear my wife finds it
quite as difficult to get letters from me. After supper my young
friend Evans called and spent about 1 1/2 hours with me.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>14 Aug't. 1864.</head>
        <p>Another Sabbath has come, how rapidly time is passing away &amp;
now how it rejoices my often depressed spirits to know that if we
all live &amp; I get permission, after 9 more Sabbaths shall have been
numbered with the past, I will be in the enjoyment of the society
of my family &amp; friends, God grant that I may then find them all alive
 &amp; well and if we can only then be in the enjoyment of the Blessings
of Peace in our afflicted country.</p>
        <p>The day is very pleasant, but still I have to remain at Home.
This morning my young friend Evans again called &amp; spent an hour with
me. At 10 o'clock the Chaplain Mr. Griffith had services, his congregation
did not exceed 150 attending—his services were short
not even an hour—his sermon a good one on the necessity of the
Reformation of our natural lives &amp; dependence for the atonement of
Christ for Salvation. I was surprized to see the small number attending
the services, the most of the men on the outskirts—how little do
men think of their duties to God and of the condition of their souls
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on the final day of accountability. Death &amp; the great exposure to
death, tend it seems to render men more thoughtless. This afternoon
the restrictions of my liberty to the limits of the House were removed,
and I free again, some explanation of the cause was given, that of
the spies who was reported to have been taken up some days prior 1
stated that he was well known to me, &amp; in addition to that, that 3
men known (to the observer) officers had called to see me on the
Sunday afternoon preceeding and who were suspected to be the same
spies. I was at the time absent from Home, the 3 officers who called
on me then, I learnt on my return Home, were 3 Fed. Officers on duty
in town &amp; not spies. From all I have been able to ascertain that no
spies have been taken, &amp; that the suspected persons proved their
innocence. This circumstances however occasions me much anxiety, &amp;
leads me to belief that it is better for me to leave here &amp; go either
Home or to the North. Being so well known to the members of our
Cavalry companies, some of the scouts from <sic resp="transcriber">[torn]</sic> be induced during
the<sic resp="transcriber"/> which often extends within<sic resp="transcriber"> [torn]</sic> to call on me &amp;
I may thus become innocently involved in difficulty; being a stranger
to the Federal Army and a Southern man, may be suspected of designing
mischief. Were I so well known as I am at Home, I would never be
suspected of plotting mischief against any people among whom I may
be sojourning. Whatever I do I hope to do frankly &amp; above board &amp;
not clandestinely. Last evening I heard another good sermon from
Mr. Griffith, under the Trees just South of the House, he had an
audience of about 300 &amp; the services were very pleasant, evincing
much good Christian spirit. While enjoying the services, it was
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painful to think how many ardent followers of the Prince of Peace on
both sides to be engaged in so deadly a War against each other.</p>
      </div1>
      <div1 type="entry">
        <head>15th. Aug't. 1864.</head>
        <p>Prospects of a dry warm day, Lieut. Osborne, a 