March, Saturday 5, 1864
Nonconnah has fallen at last, and crowds of waggons are passing, loaded with provisions, in exchange for their cotton. Joanna and Cousin S. went to town this morning. Mr. Wilson came early and staid until after dinner with us. Tate, Helen, Nannie & Decatur all spent the day sewing in my room, Decatur excepted of course from the sewing—we had a pleasant time. Only this morning I did wish I was a man. I never read a more insulting note in my life than Father received from Dr. Malone. I will not stain the page of my book writing of such a dog, and hope God will give me strength to forgive it—
Cold Water and all streams below so high that we have no communication with Dixie—therefore have heard no news today. I would give anything if I could send the things I have for the poor soldiers—poor fellows, I know they need them—would to heaven I had money to get all I could bring through the lines. I finished my dress today, and made Laura a beautiful apron. 12 o’c, no Beulah yet. Laura, Tippie Dora & I alone, they asleep.