9th. Wednesday spent the day at home.. Somewhat rainy. Played chess with Thede and read in “Dutch Republic.” What is more trying to be borne than suspense.

Wednesday, 9th–It rained all day. We are still on guard at the roundhouse. Troops are on the move, both up and down the river as fast as the transports can carry them. New troops are to garrison Vicksburg from now on. We are glad to leave the place, for we have been in and around [...]

MARCH 9th.—A frosty morning, with dense fog; subsequently a pretty day. This is the famine month. Prices of every commodity in the market—up, up, up. Bacon, $10 to $15 per pound; meal, $50 per bushel. But the market-houses are deserted, the meat stalls all closed, only here and there a cart, offering turnips, cabbages, parsnips, [...]

March, Wednesday 9, 1864 Tate and I went over to Mrs. Clayton early this morning – had to pass through the Yankee Camp, no trouble, spent the day and came back this evening. Hal and Dink came with us—Tate’s horse threw her, not hurt, I was never so full of laugh—reached home about dark. After [...]

Jane Eliza Newton Woolsey to her daughters, Jane and Georgy. 8 Brevoort Place, March 9, 1864. My dear Girls: We are all sitting together at the round table, Abby looking over the old letters from Point Lookout, and reading an incident occasionally aloud; Carry composing an address on her Bloomingdale orphans for their May anniversary. [...]