November 18, 1864

Cornelius Platter Diary Entry
(Union Soldier)

Friday Nov 18th 1864 

Up at an early hour and anxiously awaited order to move – but they were not acc’d until 5 oclock PM. – In the meantime [unclear: [deleted: ] ] ”layed around”

reading eating & sleeping. We lived on the fat of the land today. The Reg’t [Regiment] had more Fresh Pork Sweet Potatoes & c [et cetera] than they could possibly use. Made a regular detail [added to] forage for the Regiment – We moved at 5 P.M and it was after dark when we passed through Jackson, which is an insignificant town. The C.H. was on fire when we passed through

The Brigade was very noisy this evening & Gen [General] Corse rides past and gave them his opinion of noisy [added and] boisterous soldiers. We had a nice road to [unclear travel] and we went about 6 mile and camped at 10 .PM. half way between Jackson & the ockmulgee River which we expect to cross tomorrow.

 

From Cornelius Platter Collection housed at the University of Georgia’s Hargrett Library Special Collections
http://dlg.galileo.usg.edu/hargrett/platter/001.php

 

Dolly Sumner Lunt
A Georgia Woman’s Wartime Journal

NOVEMBER 18, 1864.

Slept very little last night. Went out doors several times and could see large fires like burning buildings. Am I not in the hands of a merciful God who has promised to take care of the widow and orphan?

Sent off two of my mules in the night. Mr. Ward and Frank [a slave] took them away and hid them. In the morning took a barrel of salt, which had cost me two hundred dollars, into one of the black women’s gardens, put a paper over it, and then on the top of that leached ashes. Fixed it on a board as a leach tub, daubing it with ashes [the old-fashioned way of making lye for soap]. Had some few pieces of meat taken from my smoke-house carried to the Old Place [a distant part of the plantation] and hidden under some fodder. Bid them hide the wagon and gear and then go on plowing. Went to packing up mine and Sadai’s clothes.

I fear that we shall be homeless.

The boys came back and wished to hide their mules. They say that the Yankees camped at Mr. Gibson’s last night and are taking all the stock in the county. Seeing them so eager, I told them to do as they pleased. They took them off, and Elbert [the black coachman] took his forty fattening hogs to the Old Place Swamp and turned them in.

We have done nothing all day – that is, my people have not. I made a pair of pants for Jack [a slave]. Sent Nute [a slave] up to Mrs. Perry’s on an errand. On his way back, he said, two Yankees met him and begged him to go with them. They asked if we had livestock, and came up the road as far as Mrs. Laura Perry’s. I sat for an hour expecting them, but they must have gone back. Oh, how I trust I am safe! Mr. Ward is very much alarmed.

 

From Documenting the American South – UNC Chapel Hill
http://docsouth.unc.edu/fpn/burge/lunt.html