April, Saturday 30, 1864
Laura brought my breakfast to my room—very late—everybody slept late this morning – Raining, raining, raining—oh! such a gloomy day as it has been. Joanna & Nannie have not come yet. Nonconnah is swimming, but Father is miserable for fear that is not what keeps them.
Maj. Crump left about 10 o’clock, we have not heard how he got through, but heard of no scouts, and reckon he is all right, some where in Panola tonight. Mr. Bray brought Nannie a letter from Dashiell, all of the fords on Nonconnah are heavily picketed—the Gurrilla’s ambushed a scouting party of fourteen, at Pigeon Rooste crossing on yesterday, killing the Yankee’s three horses—wounding two Yanks and capturing three and one horse, only six out of the crowd got back to Memphis— they are very much exasperated—the lines have been closed since, and that may have detained the girls—hurrah! for the Dick Davis and his band—I hope they may break into this thieving band of Yanks roving over the Country—both of Helen’s little pups died today—
God bless our armies and give us success—