March, Tuesday 8, 1864
Cousin Mat, Frazor and Joanna went in town this morning. Joanna was to have returned this evening, did not come. We heard what the Yanks were after—old Frank the detective carried them to Felix Davis’s and took him and his wife both to Memphis, they are now in the Irving Block, we did not hear the offence, only ’twas some old grudge he had against Mr. Davis. They stole a good deal from Widow Hildebrand’s but she has taken the oath, and I don’t care much. I pity poor Mr. & Mrs. Davis, they have been so kind to our Soldiers.
Nannie Perkins came home this morning. Joe Clayton—Memphis Light Dragoons—came on short furlough. Tate & I are going after Mrs. Clayton & Hal tomorrow. We all spent the evening in the Parlor, singing and playing. I am almost crazy with my spine, took a dose of Morphine, I am in so much pain it does not affect me—All spent day in my room sewing—Laura and Beulah in, Tip not arrived. Oh! I am so lonely, and suffering so much.