May, Tuesday 31, 1864
I slept very late this morning—very buisy until dinner was ready packing and drawing off the pattern on Nannie’s swiss. Aunt Patsy sat in my room, just as we were going to dinner an Ambulance with Yankee escort rode up to the gate, Mrs. Perkins comeing for Nannie—Nannie and Helen with Laura ran to the Woods, then followed a scene which I trust I may never witness again—such excitement and confusion—they scoured the woods for them, but no where to be found—Nannie has not been back since – and I expect is in Senatobia tonight—God guide and protect her. The Yanks staid about two hours & I think left disgusted with their trip, thinking, until we told them, they had come for a little child. Mrs. Perkins left in anger, swearing vengeance on Tate and Helen—Poor Father, it has broken him down, he is sick in bed. They are all ready and hope to get off by daylight—have mercy my dear Savior and spare my poor old Father any more excitement—guide us aright—and protect and shield our household—