William King Diary Entry
Cobb County, Georgia
8 Aug’t. 1864.
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 & did not see him. One of the officers [torn] Raid, gave an interesting account this morning of his adventures & escape. The last attack the straggling party had was 4 miles west of Guy Tavern, about 25 miles east of Roswell, they were overtaken & surprised & each one had to make the best way for themselves, only 2 of them were together, they abandoned their Horses & took to the woods, it was just before daylight. They consealed themselves in a thicket for some hours & slept, and being very hungry, they met a negro man working in a field, who went up to the House & 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 & swam across & went on to Roswell; he informed me that our scouts often came within 2 miles of Roswell; this officer is well worn out, & 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 & about Marietta, 1 of them dressed in a Major’s uniform of the Federal Army, another in Sergeant’s uniform & the 3d. in Ladies’ dress. I could learn none of the particulars. The scouts from our Army are often seen about.
Mrs. McClatchy having lost her guard I provided another for her & 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.
From Documenting the American South – UNC Chapel Hill