April, Monday 25, 1864
Father went first thing this morning to see if he could not hear something more about those thieving Yankees,—could not hear whether the Confederate squad gained anything or not—they went down to poor old Mr. Isbell’s and beat him nearly to death because he would not show them the way to the plank road. Father and Mr. Madden went down there this evening to see him, a squad of Yankees passed, only two came in to get some buttermilk. Luce was one, we told him how those had acted yesterday, he reported it to the Officer, and Father said they stoped at Mr. Isbell’s and enquired very particularly about it, and said he would have the men arrested. Miss Annie Perdue, Sister and Bro. all sent through the lines today, banished. Washburn countermanded Hurlbut’s order and sent them by land, instead of River. Miss Annie came over to see us, and get me to go over the creek for her. Father is rather afraid, but I will try it in the morning—though I expect not, Father has just left my room, and says he is afraid for me to go—I am so unhappy about the trouble I have got in—oh! what is to become of me, what is my fate to be—A poor miserable exile—
Poor Tip is very sick, and I am very much afraid she is going to die—the Goslins are well, Laura and I complete my lonely little household—