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The Daily Dispatch: June 29, 1863., [Electronic resource], Brig-Gen. W. H. V. Lee (search)
The Journal says: They went to Leavenworth, robbing the stores and citizens of money, horses, and wearing apparel, and whatever else they needed.--They proceeded with all the swiftness possible to Corydon, where they repeated the same operations as at Leavenworth. From Corydon couriers were dispatched to the commandant at New Albany; and to other places where home guards or soldiers were stationed, and soon the whole country was in a blaze of excitement and alarm. The home guards at Mitchell were instantly dispatched to meet the marauding invaders, who made their next appearance at Paoli, in Orange county, where the Mitchell home guards, numbering sixty, met and gave them battle. This was Thursday afternoon some time — our informant did not exactly state. The Indianians made a stubborn resistance; but after the loss of twenty captured and several wounded, they were compelled to yield to superior numbers. The rebel loss is not known, but must have been considerable, as the Ho
The Daily Dispatch: June 29, 1863., [Electronic resource], Edward William Johnston. (search)
are rifled from garret to cellar. Every article of clothing I have is utterly destroyed, not a vestige left scarcely; not a pound of meat nor provisions of any kind. Our private letters were rifled and are now scattered everywhere around their camp-fires. Mary's guitar was carried off. The books are some torn, some stolen. Your negroes escaped, after trying to hide as many things as they could. Uncle Jeff. worked faithfully, as did Ed. and the women. The warehouse was burnt, Hen. Mitchell's and Mrs. Nelson's house, and everything she had. Not a change of clothing was left for herself or her children. We are almost destitute; but I am not discouraged, nor have I grieved for a moment. If these are my best friends, may I be saved from all such. Ah, mother, all your precious treasures and mementoes of other days are gone. But you and Mary can bear it bravely, I know, like true Southern women as you are. Your clothes are torn to rags, what few they did not steal. They t