William King Diary Entry
Cobb County, Georgia
28th. July. 1864.
I had a quiet night last night & slept well, the passing away of each day adds to the cheering feeling, the knowledge that my sad separation from my family & friends has been reduced one day; but how many days more remain for this painful separation, & 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, & 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 & shut up his House, so soon as I left they renewed their depredations. I was about going for [torn] when fortunately Col. Egleston leading the whole Reg’t[torn] to the House with the Balance of his Command, the disturbers immediately became as quiet as Lambs. The Col. & 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 & afford me the opportunity of visiting about a little more, feeling confident all things at Home will be kept safe & 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 H ouse, 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 & stealing from them, & 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 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 & 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 & 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 & 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 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.
From Documenting the American South- UNC Chapel Hill
Dolly Sumner Lunt
A Georgia Woman’s Wartime Journal
JULY 28, 1864.
I rose early and had the boys plow the turnip-patch. We were just rising from breakfast when Ben Glass rode up with the cry: “The Yankees are coming. Mrs. Burge, hide your mules!”
How we were startled and how we hurried the Major to his room! [The Yankees did not come that day, but it was thought best to send Major Ansley away. He left at 2 A. M.]
From Documenting the American South- UNC Chapel http://docsouth.unc.edu/fpn/burge/lunt.html