August 2, 1864

William King Diary Entry

Cobb County, Georgia

2d. August. 1864.

        The morning has been clear, cool and pleasant , with constant moving of Wagons & Cavalry, every thing seems animated with the spirit of War. My friend Maj’r Flag made me visit today & took dinner with me, he is still quite unwell & 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, & desired me to try and get another for her. I went to encampments at the Tan Yard & Mr. Barkers, but there they could spare no guard. I went to see Mrs. McC. & found her so very anxious, that I determined to procure a guard for her if possible. I soon after learn that a Michican Reg’t of Cav’y had just arrived guarding a train of 400 Wagons from Kentucky, & 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, & 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, & kindly went to see her & 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.

From Documenting the American South – UNC Chapel Hill


Dotty Sumner Lunt
A Georgia Woman’s Wartime Journal

AUGUST 2, 1864.

Just as I got out of bed this morning Aunt Julia [a slave] called me to look down the road and see the soldiers. I peeped through the blinds, and there they were, sure enough, the Yankees – the blue coats!

I was not dressed. The servant women came running in. “Mistress, they are coming! They are coming! They are riding into the lot! There are two coming up the steps!”

I bade Rachel [a slave] fasten my room door and go to the front door and

ask them what they wanted. They did not wait for that, but came in and asked why my door was fastened. She told them that the white folks were not up. They said they wanted breakfast, and that quick, too.

“Thug” [short for "Sugar," the nickname of a little girl, Minnie Minerva Glass, now Mrs. Joe Carey Murphy of Charlotte, North Carolina, who had come to pass the night with Sadai] and Sadai, as well as myself, were greatly alarmed. As soon as I could get on my clothing I hastened to the kitchen to hurry up breakfast. Six of them were there talking with my women. They asked about our soldiers and, passing themselves off as Wheeler’s men, said:

“Have you seen any of our men go by?”

“Several of Wheeler’s men passed last evening. Who are you?” said I.

“We are a portion of Wheeler’s men,” said one.

“You look like Yankees,” said I.

“Yes,” said one, stepping up to me; “we are Yankees. Did you ever see one before?”

“Not for a long time,” I replied, “and none such as you.” [These men, Mrs. Burge says further, were raiders, Illinois and Kentucky men of German origin. They left after breakfast, taking three of her best mules, but doing no further injury.]

To-night Captain Smith of an Alabama regiment, and a squad of twenty men, are camped opposite in the field. They have all supped with me, and I shall breakfast with them. We have spent a pleasant evening with music and talk. They have a prisoner along. I can’t help feeling sorry for him.

From Documenting the American South – UNC Chapel Hill