Friday, 17 March, 1865

Another blustering day. Nan and I, with Martha, have been engaged this morning about some little important business. Willie and Riley were floating at the time. – – Tom transplanted some onion buttons. – – Bake had scalding done by Bettie. Patsy and Beck were hoeing behind the smokehouse for sugar cane, a little piece of ground to plant early, and I was in the garden and heard Patsy and Beck in stifled tones beckoning to me to come out of the garden, and O when I came, what was it to behold? Old Sheridan’s Army approaching the house from all points. The first came by the barn, broke open doors, filled bags with oats and came on to the house and entered it by different doors and commenced plundering. At the same time, others broke in the smoke house and fish house and stripped them of everything. Took every piece of bacon, all of two barrels beef, every shad and herring, except some two or three at the bottom of the barrels, my nice shad roe, all the flour and meal we had. Divided some of the things its true, but left a goodly portion of all. Then they entered the house and began their ravages. Then came the severest trial, but for our trusty servants I don’t know what might have been our fate. There was not a hole or corner from the basement to the rooms upstairs that was not ransacked and divested of everything valuable. some of my tea, dessert and table spoons I neglected to put out of sight, they got them all, as well as a good many knives and forks. Emptied two barrels molasses entirely, besides other smaller things. All my butter that was in plates and a three gallon jar filled last week of beautiful butter, as much lard as they could carry in every variety of tin. Milk pans and tin buckets, a two gallon strainer, a very large new cup I intended for Liv, some parts of my pyramid moulds and other things too numerous to mention. Eight skins of sausage, two moulds of souse, besides a head, all of my potatoes, a nice parcel of eating roots. Destroyed all my vinegar and broke the carboy, every bottle of wine for furnishing at Church, though I thought I had hid it very securely. All my preserves, a jar of mince meat and one of honey, and then took the jars and filled them with molasses and other things. Broke my two three gallon bowls, carboys and several other things, bottles innumerable, took and destroyed soap, candles and all of our oats, both for sales and seed, and as much corn as they wanted after feeding all my hogs. Tore up window curtains, towels, some of the servant’s clothes, to put up shad, herring &c. Filled pitchers with roe, molasses &c, two beautiful brown pitchers, a white one and three blue ones, tomato catsup, meat jelly, green tomato preserves, and various others things too numerous to mention. I cannot commit to speak of a large milk cooler of most superior coffee and several bottles of tea, loaf sugar, some of the cruets out of the casters filled with pepper, candles, two jars pickles, some of Bill’s clothes, a pair of nice uniform pants and shirts, collars, &c. Some of the most beautiful briskets and rounds of beef put up for summer use, besides some three or four tongues. We can’t tell the extent of our loss, but I feel thankful they did not burn the house, after some threats they made. Two barrels molasses.