March, Friday 11, 1864
Mrs. Clayton, Hal and Dink all went home this morning—Mr. Wallace & friend left. Decatur Doyle and Joe Clayton both left for Dixie—they both got all they came for. It has seemed quite lonely all day. I have been compelled to lie down most of the day with my spine, it is getting worse all the time. Tate & Helen sat in my room all day sewing. I am happy that poor Father can have some quiet now. I sat in the Parlor a little while after Tea—have spent the evening in my own lonely little room. Laura and Bettie said a good lesson—I tried to keep Laura awake, but she noded so, it worried me, and I sent her to bed. Tip is also asleep, and Beulah has not yet made her appearance. I wrote to Miss Em tonight, tis half past twelve—and I feel afraid. Joanna would not let me have the key to lock my door, two robbers were killed near here yesterday, the Country is full of them—oh! God protect me. One year ago Mrs. Bredell & I arrived in Granada—Wednesday.