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Frederick H. Dyer, Compendium of the War of the Rebellion: Regimental Histories | 104 | 104 | Browse | Search |
The Daily Dispatch: December 25, 1860., [Electronic resource] | 20 | 20 | Browse | Search |
The Daily Dispatch: December 27, 1860., [Electronic resource] | 13 | 13 | Browse | Search |
Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) | 13 | 13 | Browse | Search |
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events, Diary from December 17, 1860 - April 30, 1864 (ed. Frank Moore) | 8 | 8 | Browse | Search |
Waitt, Ernest Linden, History of the Nineteenth regiment, Massachusetts volunteer infantry , 1861-1865 | 8 | 8 | Browse | Search |
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 22. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) | 7 | 7 | Browse | Search |
The Daily Dispatch: December 30, 1861., [Electronic resource] | 6 | 6 | Browse | Search |
The Daily Dispatch: December 25, 1863., [Electronic resource] | 5 | 5 | Browse | Search |
J. B. Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's Diary | 5 | 5 | Browse | Search |
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Browsing named entities in Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia. You can also browse the collection for December 24th or search for December 24th in all documents.
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Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1862 . (search)
1862.
Westwood, Hanover County, January 20, 1862
I pass over the sad leave-taking of our kind friends in Clarke and Winchester.
It was very sad, because we knew not when and under what circumstances we might meet again.
We left Winchester, in the stage, for Strasburg at ten o'clock at night, on the 24th of December.
The weather was bitter cold, and we congratulated ourselves that the stage was not crowded.
Mr.--and the girls were on the back seat, a Methodist clergyman, a soldier, and myself on the middle, and two soldiers and our maid Betsey on the front seat.
We went off by starlight, with every prospect of a pleasant drive of eighteen miles. As we were leaving the suburbs of the town, the driver drew up before a small house, from which issued two women with a baby, two baskets, several bundles, and a box. The passengers began to shout out, Go on, driver; what do you mean?
there's no room for another; go on.
The driver made no answer, but the women came to the stage-d