March, Monday 7, 1864
The quiet of our life was disturbed today by the arrival of 150 Yankees—only two came to the house. We gave them their dinner. Mr. Wilson and Decatur were down in the Orchard. Helen sent for them to come and capture the Yanks, we saw the rest coming, & Tate and I ran to tell them it was too great a risk. Mr. W. and D. were nearly to the gate, I was never so excited—we turned them in time, the two Yanks passed while we were standing there. Mr. W. and D. came to the house and spent some time with us, when Mr. W. followed the Yankees. They returned about 9 o’c on their way to Memphis. D. and Cousin F. had a run again, with the horses, but fortunately none of them came in.
I have not done any work today, have suffered death with my spine. Tate and Helen at work in my room all day—I sat in Tate’s room until bed time. Beulah, Laura, and Tip all in time—I amused myself reading Artemus Wards book.
We did not hear what the Yanks went for, we heard from Eddie and the boys, all safe. One of Henderson’s scouts arrived.