William King Diary Entry
Cobb County, Georgia
24 July. 1864.
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 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 ofmy 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.
This afternoon I visited Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Brewer[?]. Mrs. Brown 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. Brewer [?]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 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 exposed, 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.
From Documenting the American South- UNC Chapel Hill
Dolly Sumner Lunt Diary Entry
A Georgia Woman’s Wartime Journal
SUNDAY, JULY 24, 1864.
No church. Our preacher’s horse stolen by the Yankees. This raid is headed by Guerrard and is for the purpose of destroying our railroads. They cruelly shot a George Daniel and a Mr. Jones of Covington, destroyed a great deal of private property, and took many citizens prisoners.
From Documenting the American South- UNC Chapel http://docsouth.unc.edu/fpn/burge/lunt.html