Scottsboro, Ala., April 18, 1864. No changes to note in the military situation of our portion of Dixie, but the note of preparation is heard on every side. All making ready for the Spring campaign, which every one prophesies will be the bloodiest one of the war. Johnston is undoubtedly collecting all the Rebel troops [...]
April 18.–Grandfather returned home today, unexpectedly to us. I knew he was sick when I met him at the door. He had traveled all night alone from New York, although he said that a stranger, a fellow passenger, from Ann Arbor, Mich., on the train noticed that he was suffering and was very kind to [...]
Monday 18th–I stayed at home all day. Father finished sowing his wheat today. John D. Moore with Henry Clark left this morning for Davenport to go into Camp McClellan—Clark is a veteran of my company, while John is a recruit for the company. Jason Sparks could not go with them on account of having the [...]
The following diary entry contains wording that is offensive to many in the world of today. However, the entry is provided unedited for its historical content and context. Guerrilla Hunting. April 18. The country above here and that part of it lying between the Suffolk and James rivers is a good deal infected with guerrilla [...]
APRIL 18th.—Cleared away in the night–frost. To-day it clouded up again! We have an account from the West, to the effect that Forrest stormed Fort Pillow, putting all the garrison, but one hundred, to the sword; there being 700 in the fort—400 negroes.
April, Monday 18, 1864 Well, I expect our days of peace and quiet are over, another squad of Yanks passed—four stoped here, staid until after dinner, and went on back to Memphis—all of them, except one, seemed to be gentlemen, this one was a black abolitionist, oh! how I heartily despise him—I promised to make [...]