January, Sunday 3, 1864
Another day has passed, and not one word from Bettie or Uncle Elum—no communication with Memphis today, too cold to go out side of the doors. Still sleeting—house still full, if not a little fuller. Tate is growing very impatient to leave for Dixie—she is really cross about Bettie, but I still have hope that it will be all right. Eddie feels badly about it, as the risk was run for him—God bless the Rebels. I would risk my life a dozen times a day to serve them—think what they suffer for us—
Henny Furgeson and Lieut. Spotswood left for Dixie. Henny F. bought Helen’s pony, gave $200. for it, he rode it off—It does not seem like the Sabbath, though this is the first one of ’64. We spent the day as usual, laughing, talking, and trying to keep warm. Julien Simmons and Dashiell Perkins came over from Col. Perkins—Dashiell staid we sat up very late, and Poor old – looks like the noise will run him crazy.