Thank God the Yankees have not returned yet, but O the anxious suspense I have been in all the time. – – Momentarily expecting something, we know not what. After they left yesterday I thought it was useless to hide the mules again and ventured to have the cotton, peas, potatoes, &c ploughed and then sent them to the cornfield.1 Parky followed the plough. I am at work on Zac’s round-a-bout, Bake wove, Dellah and Bettie at work on my chemises.2 – – I sent the 1/2 doz. late papers by Zac to read.