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the home of his Parent, his Col being at home too made
considerable use of him, knowing his bravery & discretion;
even while seated at our table in honor of his birth
(Feb14th aged 24 years) ere the dessert was served, a
call took him from our midst to fly in haste over to
Columbia with dispatches of importance, the enemy
then advancing on us, (from that time until now
my brain reels I do not feel natural) burning of
Columbia, friends rushing here in wild distraction &
one in delicate health but reached here to die & lay
a corpse in the house three days & three nights to be
taken at last & buried by Yankees, oh! the horrors of
those days & my brave Boy keeping in sight & yet dare
dare not fly to our relief, witnessing the burning of
the bridge in such despair that he fired on them
but was not discovered, then the burning of the
square, on which our dwelling stood & he knowing
the site supposed all gone & lived it o'er in his own
mind & tortured feelings, yet prayed fervently &
at midnight I was startled by that loving voice
saying "Ma" at my room door, oh! the rapturous
joy of that moment, in an instant the door was
unlocked, my brave Boy was in my arms, covered
with mud & dust, weary to hunger; there stood his