July, Thursday 28, 1864
Another long, long weary day. I have been knitting very hard, to try and keep down my miserable feelings. Rachel very kindly offered to clean my head nicely—I accepted, so tonight I have one consolation, a nice, clean head. Nothing important has passed today, neither have we heard one word of news. Oh! it would kill me to live in the Country—Bro. was very angry with me this evening because I would not consent to remain. I of course did not agree to any such arrangement. I am dependent on him however, for a conveyance to Columbus, and he cannot take me before Sunday. God grant me contentment until then. I am going in opposition to my realtive’s advice. My life has not been one to make me bound by affection to obey. I cannot live thus—I am going, I know not when. Oh! God guide and protect me—I will do my duty to myself, though the world condemn me—