March, Wednesday 9, 1864
Tate and I went over to Mrs. Clayton early this morning – had to pass through the Yankee Camp, no trouble, spent the day and came back this evening. Hal and Dink came with us—Tate’s horse threw her, not hurt, I was never so full of laugh—reached home about dark. After Tea we were all sitting in the Parlor when in walked Joe Clayton and Mr. McCorkle, our little St. Louis friend, he has a furlough, and is going to St. Louis and New York to see his Father and Sister—we were all delighted to see him. All sat in the Parlor until 11 o’clock, singing, playing and had a real nice time. Laura and I were not so lonely. Hal shared my little room—I heard of my letters in town, but could not get any one to bring them to me. Mr. Wilson took one of those Yankees prisoner the other evening, and got him a fine Saddle and Bridle, so he has made up for his loss at the Party. Oh! I am suffering so much with my spine, what is to become of me—
Mrs. Dupre arrived from Dixie, sent Helen two letters by me. I was so much disappointed that I did not get one. I expect my friends will all forget me now that I cannot run to Memphis and bring what they want.