[from the diary of Eliza Oswald Hill, refugee from Wilmington, N.C.]
Tuesday 21st I have been cheered to day by receiving 3 letters--one from
Charles Bradley--one from Richd announcing the advent of another
little Hill--called "Lizzie Outlaw" & telling of plantation matters--
The 3d was from Tom who is still near Winchester--& wants
Noah sent on--He says for several days he lived on parched
& raw corn--& was so much fatigued riding all night he could
scarcely sit on his horse & feels certain had he been in the ranks
walking he would have given out--or been ill. I thank God
he hold the position of Ordnance Sargeant-as it enables him to
ride--But when he wrote they were faring better, had bread & beef
I have just heard of the death of Eliza Ann McRee--& that both of
her grand parents are ill with the yellow fever & not expected to
recover--The fever does not abate in the least--but is spreading
far and near--How angry God must be with us to send
so dreadful a scourge upon us at this distressing time. When
all the horrors of War is waging thro' the land & friends by
the dozen are killed in each battle--Oh that we could humble our-
selves before him & repent in sincerity & truth for our past
forgetfulness of his many blessings & all the sins which we
have committed--I have written several letters this morning
& feeling wearied will lie down awhile
MSS 6960
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