A Civil War Diary

Diary of Mrs. Rachel Young King Anderson (1818-1898),
wife of William Sidney Anderson (1806-1887),
written in Robberson Township, Greene County, MO.

Transcribed by Sally Conrad, who holds the original diary in a safe deposit box in Kansas City, MO.
Provided by Kathleen Macknicki, who can share genealogical information on Rachel's KING line and William's ANDERSON line.

Question marks ???? indicate handwriting unreadable.
Brackets aroundquestion-marked words indicates Sally's best translation of fuzzy penmanship.

SOME SURNAMES IN THIS DIARY: Appleby, Phillips, Johnson, Wadlow,Lanford, Lee, Skein, McClure, Danniel or Daniel, Sumners, Perkins,Doss?, Brown, Bayless, Boone, Roberts, Bend, Jones, Winton, Matlock,Col. Faulkner, Shelbee/Shelby, Coffee, Corban, Robberson, Gen. Price


Aug. 26, 1861
This has been a remarkable season. The spring and summer, wet all thetime up to some time in this month, when it became dry and excessivelyhot until Monday the 24th, when it turned cool and rained. Then clearedup and frosted the straw piles on Monday and Tuesday nights, the 24thand 25th of August 1861.

May 28, 1862 Wednesday morning
Mr. Anderson (Rachel's husband, William Sidney Anderson) left home (inGreene Co. Mo.) for Fayetteville, Ark. Got off by 7 o'clock - had to goalone, risking guerilla bands and squads of robbers. God grant him asafe and successful trip. Tis the first time in his life he has got home[passing through an army or in war??] This terrible war that has beenraging since the 12th of April, 1861 seems to be just begun. During lastyear the South was successful in most of the battles. That is at FortSumpter, Manasses, Leesburg and many others. This year the tide hasturned. The North has been victorious in most of the importantengagements; they now have possession of all the border states and ofmany important points on the coast and rivers. This state is in analarming condition. Towns, farms, houses are being burned, men hung orshot, women accidentally killed and wounded, children crippled or killedby careless soldiers. Oh for help.

Wednesday, June 4
Mr. A. returned "all right" - wagon and mules safe at home - were goneover 4 months.

Sunday, June 8
I received a letter from my brother Richard urging us to get out ofMissouri, offering us assistance should we have to leave our propertyhere. May God bless him and save him from the troubles we endure.Through his letter I learn that my parents were living and well (JohnKing Jr. and Mary Claywell King in Maury County, Tenn. /km) in January.Heaven's blessings on their heads.

July 1, 1862
Well, what next? The whole community is in a state of excitement. TheFederal commander has issued the order that all citizens are commandedto take an oath of allegiance to the Federal Government. Those who donot swear are not allowed to follow any business whatever and areprisoners at home. This oath compels thousands to swear against theirown conscience or have their families to perish. Mr. Anderson this daysubscribed to the oath required. It was a hard thing but the onlyalternative. Women and children are also required to swear allegiance orbe prisoners at home. I am now a prisoner at home, liable to be arrestedif I but leave the yard. God being my help, I will not take the oathunless circumstances beyond my control force me to it. We have been inan alarming drought this spring and summer. We had a heavy shower onSaturday June 28th.

Saturday, July 26th
Another panic is upon us. The conscript law is now in force in Missouri;all able bodied men from 16 to 45 years of age are compelled to enrolltheir names and drill immediately for Federal service. Mass meetings arebeing held - women pale & tremble and cry "what shall I do, what willbecome of me and my children?" Southern men say, "Must l fight againstmy friends, my principles, my conscience?" Their widows and mothers say,"No, never, shoulder your guns and go south and God being our help wewill do the best we can while you strike for "God and Liberty!" Whilethe old women and women of the Federal party say to their men, "Go, wewill take care of your women and children while you fight for theGovernment and Federal party." Now they [????] Feds -- collecting,drilling; their women moving to papa's and uncles, while the secesh moveoff in silent procession by the light of the moon leaving their familiesin the midst of their enemies. I look on and my heart aches and achesuntil it almost breaks. Then I say, "I thank thee Father that my husbandand son are, the one too old, the other too young, to come under thisconscript law." Then I pray for them and us and for peace until my heartis discouraged and I fear there will be no peace, but God is good and"His mercy endureth forever." The excitement is as intense as the mindof man can bear. The southern men who have taken the oath will now becompelled to fight their friends or forfeit their oath. Most of them Ithink will prefer the latter alternative.

Sunday, August 3rd
Another painful excitement is "up". We went to church and there heardthat our preacher had been made prisoner by the Federals. We alsolearned that Greenfield, Dade, Co., had been taken by the secesh. ThatSamuel Appleby and Ben Appleby were at that place on Saturday 20thAugust, organizing companies of militia when they were surprised andcaptured by the secesh. Several were killed. They say there are 7,000secesh in Dade and Cedar counties and that a large force is marching onSpringfield. Show pity Lord, oh Lord forgive.

Sunday, August 10, 1862
This is the anniversary of the Battle near Springfield 1861 - oh what ayear has this been. History has nothing on record equal to it on thiscontinent - blood, bloat - the blood of brothers and kindred flows fromone end of our land to the other. The war increases in fury and we haveno glimmering ray of peace to enlighten our weary souls. No one waskilled in Greenfield as recorded on opposite page. They were imprisonedby the Guerilla [Caffe??] and [ponds???]. They are now fighting inCedar and Dade counties and may be here soon. We can't know what a daymay bring forth.

September 9, 1862
A month of trouble, excitement and intense anxiety has passed since Iopened this little book. Southern men who refused to enroll in themilitia have been hunted up, imprisoned and are forced to work on thefortifications being built at Springfield, and oh what distress theirfamilies are in. The militia under Capt. Phillips has been here anddemanded our mules and wagons. But thank Providence, from some causethey have not yet taken them though they pressed Mr. Anderson to haulfor them whenever it suited them. At one time they pressed him and hiswagons and team when I was with him two miles from home, so I had towalk home and carry a web of yarn--so the war goes, neither [????] nor[?????] respected. Our neighbor, Mr. [???Lemons/Simons/Limons???], diedin prison last week. Mr. Johnson is very sick. Mr. A is and has beenhauling corn to town. He is generally late as midnight getting home. Iam spinning, toiling and sweating in order to clothe my family -- oh theterrors of war --still fighting, fighting, terrible batties in Virginia.The only news we get is great losses on both sides. Show pity, Lord.

October 30, 1862
This evening two militia of Capt. Phillips' company came and took Mr.Anderson or pressed him to go to Rolla with his wagon and team. He hadto start off without a minute's warning to go a trip of 145 miles. MayGod have mercy on us and save us from such tyrannic rule. The weather isfine - hope it may continue so until he gets home.

Sunday night, 10 o'clock, November 9, 1862
Mr. A. has just returned from Rolla and my heart is made glad andsings. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense but trust Him for His grace. Behinda frowning providence he hides a smiling face. The militia's clothinghad not come and Mr. A. was permitted to haul for pay making $32 in thetrip. This is the 2nd time during the war when I was in deep trouble toknow where without we should be clothed, when the way was opened up bydirect and special providence. A year ago in Sept. the secesh pressedMr. A to go to Arkansas at the same time the state guards pressed a loadof market stuff from us as there were no goods or money in the country.We thought we were ruined, but after awhile we were paid, which enablesus to get shoes and clothes for the winter. Thus for the Lord has fed uson and on.

Thursday, Dec. 11
Mr. A. has just started to Rolla with his wagon. May the same good angelbe his guard and guide and may God in mercy spare him and bring him backin safety and prosperity. Another bloody battle was fought in thesoutheast, ten miles south of Fayetteville, Ark. The Federal victorious.Hundreds were slain on both sides. May God have mercy on us and put astop to this murderous war.

Sunday, Dec. 21st, 1862
We have had heavy rains since Mr. A. Ieft and I fear he is water bound.This is the eleventh day since he left and I am so lonely. Anothermammoth battle has been fought in Virginia in which the Confederateswere victorious. Thousands of men are slain. Lord have mercy on us! Lordpity us. Is it not enough Thy wrath has been poured out upon us -- Saveor we perish. Some of the militia officers of this county are underarrest for burning down houses and killing innocents. Mr. Wadlow hasmoved his daughter from Cedar Co. to his house near us. They got in onFriday the 12th. She has seen much trouble and been hard pressed. Herhusband is in the southern army and the militia took nearly everythingshe had...her last morsel of meat. She had to carry her firewood 1-1/2miles to mill. She has four small children.

Thursday, January 1, 1863
A new year dawns on us gloomily, tho I have very many thanks recorded onmy heart for especial mercies and blessings that we as a family havebeen favored with during the stormy times that have been and still areraging around since the war began in 1861 and that is now raging.Hundreds of thousands of mothers, wives and sisters have been bereft ofsons, husbands and brothers, but thank God my husband and son are stillwith me and I hope my brothers may be spared to us and theirs. Whilethousands are famishing for food and clothing, thank the good Lord wehave enough to eat and to wear. While thousands are languishing on bedsof affliction, thank God we are all well. While hundreds have beendriven from home, others had their houses burned and robbed, we stillhave shelter and food and raiment for which we are indebted to thegoodness of God alone and still look to Him and Him alone fordeliverance from the horrors of war and sin, for protection and forsafety. Oh that His mercies may continue with us to the end. Lord pityour people and may this year be noted for the restoration of peace, thereunion of families, the spread of the Gospel and the supreme anduniversal reign of piety. Amen.

January 12, 1863
The 12 days of this new year have been crowded with events too numerousand too exciting for my broken pen to mark or my little book to contain.A week ago one of our near neighbors brought home the dead body of hisson and also one of his friend's sons from Arkansas to be buried. Theysickened and died in camp. This was a solemn time with me to see Mr.Lanford driving alone with two dead bodies and one his own son. A fewdays passed off quietly and this whole western world is thrown into thewildest confusion by the sudden appearance of 2,000 rebel cavalry whomade battle at Springfield; after fighting six hours they (the rebels)are repulsed. Many poor souls are suddenly ushered into Eternity fromone to two hundred Federals are killed and surrounded and many rebelsleft dead and wounded. One poor woman was killed, another wounded andmany sad incidents happened -- houses burned and robbed. A thousandconflicting reports are afloat as to the whereabouts of the rebels butthe facts cannot be come at. It seems as if we are fallen into thedeepest abyss of misery, "a lower deep still threatening to devour us"-- oh God hear Thou in Heaven and answer us on Earth. Send us peace!

January 27, Tuesday, 1863
Mr. A. Ieft home this evening for Rolla. It is intensely cold and theroad miserably bad. O Lord be with him and keep him Safe.

Wednesday night, January 28, 1863
I am sad and gloomy tonight. O God shine away the darkness thatprevails and give me to feel that I am Thine and mine are Thine and forChrist's sake give us day by day our daily bread for unless the Lord beour Shepherd we shall come to want. The army wagons are taking nearlyall the corn all through our neighborhood. They take pigs, chickens,geese and whatever they pass. Men are dying by scores in prisons and incamps. There is no help but in the Almighty.

Wednesday Feb. 11, 1863
This is the 16th day since Mr. A. Ieft home and he is not come. And ohsuch weather, first warm and muddy, then bitter cold, then came a snow11 inches deep, then intense cold, moderates, and such a slish slosh wehave. The snow is not all gone and tis raining today and wonder where heis, how he is and when he will get home. Since he left (on Monday the9th) the forage wagons came upon us and almost emptied our crib, thetramps and [????] their wagon's six mule teams and only allowed [????][??using??] to the [??]0ad/road??] then receipted us for 50 cents perbushel then comes the shaver and shaved us 16 percent, and so the wargoes. Men and horses are eating up the life bread of helpless women andchildren. And they, the men, are dying so fast there is great mortalityamongst the citizenry prisoners at Springfield, so much so that theirfriends believe and say all those whom they cannot prove guilty enoughto shoot, they poison. But the Lord only knows. He alone will avenge therighteous so we will ever trust in Him.

Sunday evening, Feb. 15th, 1863
Today Mr. A. got home "all right" from Rolla and I am so thankful. Hewas gone nearly three weeks and was exposed to all sorts of bad weather,bad roads and high waters. But thank the good Lord he is once more safeat home.

Thursday, Feb. 26th, 1863
The past week has been one of much anxiety and distress in ourcommunity. Our near neighbors and friend, Mr. Charles Wadlow died athalf past twelve yesterday, was sick only one week. He was a good manand true and died the Christian's death. His latest breath was spent inprayer for peace and farewell admonitions to his family. His family haslost a true husband and father and we his neighbors a faithful friend.To add to our sorrows a company of soldiers with over 100 horses fed offof us today. They robbed all my hens nests, boiled the eggs in my milkbucket, stole my milk cups and plundered into things generally.

Saturday, Feb. 28th, 1863
Last night near midnight four Federals called for food and lodging.They behaved very well, but I am so afraid of men calling in so late atnight.

Monday, March 2nd, 1863
Our rest was broken again last night by a crowd calling after we hadfallen asleep. They said they were hunting apples, but we had none.

Wednesday, March 4th, 1863
I have been in poor health for some days. Just rode to Mr. [??Winter??]yesterday and home today - not much relieved - Mrs.[??D/Winter/Winslow??] has a new babe, which she has named for me. It isa very sweet babe. I found the family in trouble. A man armed with sabreand four revolvers went to Mr. Winters on Saturday, arrested him andtook him and his horse off - he released Mr. W. after taking him 6 milesbut took off his horse. Oh God be merciful - the war cloud blackensdeeper, roars wilder, we are overwhelmed - almost maddened with terrorand grief! Another conscript law in force. Taxes so very heavy to bepaid and our sons and brothers, husbands dragged forth to kill and bekilled by their kindred and friends. Lord save us. Lord have mercy uponus. Send deliverance. I will trust in thee, thine arm can save.

Saturday, March 14th, 1863
Yesterday we heard heavy cannonading southwest, fighting somewhere nearus. A double terror is reigning now. We are in the midst of desperatemen in arms. Two weeks ago, armed soldiers called at a Mr. Lee's andinsulted his wife and ravaged a little orphan girl. Last week an armedsoldier stopped in at Mr. Skein's who lives near us and who has a verynice family - two daughters were at home, the mother in bed sick, thefather off in the fields. The soldier drew his revolver and orderedBettie to come and go with him; she refused. With his threats and forcehe took her out and got her on his horse behind him. In the meantime hersister, Jane, slipped out and ran with all speed for a neighbor and alittle boy ran for the father. They succeeded in overtaking them at thesame time some men came meeting them when Bettie was released and he wasarrested and put in prison. Bettie was so frightened that she is almostderanged, and the mother's life is despaired of. God only knows what isto become of us. He alone is able to protect and defend the innocent.His vengeance will overtake the guilty.

Monday, April 6th, 1863
Opened school at home with 13 scholars. Hope I may succeed in teachingmy children something profitable. From all the war news I can glean Ifeel like there are some glimmerings of hope penetrating the dark gloom.

Saturday, May 16th, 1863
I have just witnessed one of the most heartrending scenes I have everwitnessed. In the fall of 1861 our neighbor, William McClure, went southwith his stock, negro and sons. His youngest son, Alvin, came back tohis mother. He was soon made prisoner. After working as prisoner on thefort at Springfield, he started to try to go to his father in Texas. Hestarted in December. News came back that he had been caught and killedas a spy which was proven by his having plots of the forts in and aroundSpringfield. His mother knew this to be false and did not believe he hadbeen taken but this spring she heard more particularly that he had beenkilled and not buried, that his body was rotting in the sun some 35miles from Springfield. She took a wagon, charcoal and coffin and wentto the place and sure enough there laid the decayed remains of her dearAlvin, her baby boy, the youngest and darling of the family. The fleshwas all off his face and ribs. She knew the remnants of his clothes, thebuttons, cloth and binding and his boots and says she knew his handswhich were whole. She rolled him on a blanket and brought him home. Shekept his remains some four days before burying them. We all visited thedistressed mother and sisters. Oh what sorrow they feel God only knows.He was 19 years, handsome and quite intelligent.

Monday, June 8
School met as usual; 25 scholars present, but had to be dismissed onaccount of our Bell's being sick. She was taken with pleuritic pneumoniaon Wednesday the 31st and is dangerously ill.

June 15, Monday morning
School met all right. Bell is improving, has been very low and is stillvery weak.

Wednesday, June 10th, 1863
Another family misfortune is upon us; Bud (Lorenzo "Bud" Anderson) hascut his foot very badly; it bleeds copiously. I fear it is a dangerouscut.

July 11th
Lorenzo is still going on crutches and his foot badly swollen. This iscertainly the most gloomy looking evening I ever beheld. We have hadheavy rains all spring and summer; corn is swamped, wheat sprouting, afew days past was been excessively hot. This morning was cool and smokey-- sun barely visible through the smoke. The air has become cooler asthe day advances, The smoke thicker until it is almost dark enough inthe house at this hour (5 p.m.) to light a candle. There is a sulphuroussmell as if some coal were burning close by. Tis a very singularphenomenon for midsummer. The chickens have gone to roost it but five.The sun is now more than three hours high, but so dense is the smokearound, the fowls have gone to their roost. I can distinguish no objectsat any considerable distance. I can but think of Egyptian darkness.

July 30th, 1862, Thursday
A day of sorrow and thick darkness is this. One of our neighbors, a Mr.Danniel, was robbed and murdered last night in cold blood bybushwackers. May God have mercy upon us. Our mules, our faithful mules,are just sold and led off. Oh I do feel so bad. They were so gentle andkind and had done so much labor for us, but I do (feel) they will fallin good hands and not be too hardly treated. They were sold just becausewe were sure we could not keep them from the robbers. When oh when willthe time come when we can live like free men and women.

August 4, 1863
The murder of Mr. Danniel has created much excitement and has somewhataffected my school. Miss Sumners and Miss Perkins and some others arenot in, in consequence of the excitement. Well I will, by the help ofGod, go steadily forward in discharge of my duties, living or dying,standing or falling, and am His and He is mine to save.

Friday, August 7th, 1863
This is a sad evening. Our dear Nannie [??Doss/Dass??] who has beenboarding with us four months has left us. Her father has been forced toleave home and the family ordered to leave home because they are rebels.May God protect them where ere they go.

August 27th, 1863
Since the death or murder of Mr. Danniel the Federal militia has killeda Mr. Brown, and Mr. [??Wan??] and a Mr. Bayless. They were shot athome, in cold blood. They have burned many houses, Mrs. Perkins', Mrs.[??Sayed'??], Mr. Roberts', Boone's, Bends' etc. etc. and some others.They say these families harbor bushwackers. They may and they may not,God only knows, for I don't. Be that as it may, we have fallen onterrible times. That the innocent must suffer for the guilty. There isno help save in the protecting arm of God. He alone can save.

Friday night, Aug. 18th, 1863
My school closed today. Mrs. Winton and her girls are here. We had avery pleasant time and a nice little exhibition.

Saturday, August 29th, 1863
Another tragedy in our community last night. The Danniel boys and someothers went to Mr. Tom. Jones', called him out and shot him dead andthen robbed his family of their money and valuable papers. Mr. Jones issaid to be an excellent man, stood fair and honorable and had a largefamily. They preferred not charge against him, only that he was aSouthern man. The murderers were arrested. They also burnt the house ofa Mr. Matlock and robbed him. He was a Union man.

Friday morning, Sept. 11th, 1863
We are in trouble again. Yesterday evening Mr. Anderson bought a mare,gave $55 cash for her, brought her home and put her in the stable andfed her just at dark. This morning the stable is empty, the mare stolenand gone, so we must foot it still.

October 2, Saturday, 1863
Come my faithful old pen and make a record of the darkest night of mylife, and while I record it on my little book, l pray God no darker dayor night may ever pass over my horizon of life. Between nine and teno'clock last night just after we had gone to sleep, our faithful "oldTurk" awaked us by a fierce and desperate barking. Mr. A and I bothsprang out of bed at once. I looked out at the window and saw three menin Federal uniform all throwing rocks and beating the dog, and a man atthe door demanding it to be opened. We opened the door and he entered, abony faced man without beard, had on an old slouched white hat and greycoat with his revolver cocked and presented. He called out, "Strike alight and be damn quick. " I demanded who and what they were when theyonly swore at me to strike a light; a light was struck. He then demandedarms and finding none and knowing we had none, he then said, "You havegreen backs, you damn southern man, and we have come for it. I began tobeg and cry out when he cursed me for a god damn fool and said if I didnot get it quick he would blow Mr. Anderson's brains out. He looked soterrible and threatened so awful that I gave him what money we had onhand, some $65 or so. He counted it all over and swore we had more andhe would have it and also demanded gold but as I have no doubt he knewbefore he came what money was on hand, he did not search anything exceptone satchel. I went to the door and cried out hoping to alarm the nearneighbors. When the man outside darted back into the shade of the houseand hedges and one of them a tall man swore at me if I did not hush hewould burn everything we had, but I still cried out until my daughterBelle sprang out of bed and clinging round my neck begged me to hush orthey might kill her pa. They left in a hurry. We kept a light all nightfearing they would return. At daylight we opened the door and old Turkrushed in and smelling all round found us all here. He jumped and rearedand capered as though he was in an ecstacy of joy. It was enough to makeus shed tears to look at his actions. The same night the robbers calledon Mr. Andrew Appleby and robbed him of $80 or $90 and took the booksand notes belonging to Dr. Wilson. The notes were found in the prairienext day. How long, oh Lord, how long?! Is there no "balm in Gilead" OGod make bare thy almighty army and save us, Lord save us. Oh do thou inmercy direct our course - open a way for our safety. Help Lord or weperish!

Thursday, Oct. 7th, 1863
Another stormy excitement is up. Tis reported that 5,000 rebels underCoffee [??] Reins/Ruins/Runs & Stanweather??] have taken Greenfield andStockdon. The militia and citizens are flying to Springfield forprotection. Mr. Corban's house was burned last night and our hearts acheand ache and ache. Mr. A is at Springfield went to the Government saleand I am so distressed. Night of 7th Mr. A. returned from town - boughtthree C.U.S. horses. The 5,000 rebels has come down to 1,000. Theyburned the courthouses in Greenfield and Stockdon and have gone on Idon't know where. A raid by Shelby and Coffee creates much excitementand distress. Reports are conflicting as to where they are or what theiraim. Our hearts cry out to God for protection. Oh Lord save the innocentfrom suffering for the guilty.

Sunday, Oct. 18th, 1863
Rode down to Col. Faulkner's, found all well but so distressed onaccount of the raging war.

Monday, Oct. 19th
This day five years ago parted with my dear parents and sister in MauryCo. Tenn. That was a day of thick darkness to my troubled mind. Buttoday, oh what sorrow swells my heart. I cannot even hear from myparents and sisters and brothers. I dream and dream of them but know notif they are living. Show pity Lord.

Tuesday, 19th Dec. 1863
Moved from the Appleby farm to Mrs. McClure. I am very tired. Wednesday28th, it is blowing, cold.

Friday, Jan. 1, 1864
The weather is intensely cold. Many people are frostbit and some incamps have frozen to death.

Friday, Jan 22nd, 1864
Change, change, a very unexpected change in our situation has takenplace. Mr. [??L???] A. Appleby came to engage us to take charge of hisdeceased father in law's farm and of his family during his absence inthe army. The offer appearing to our advantage. Our kind friend Mrs.McClure consents for us to come so after spending three weeks verypleasantly with Mrs. McClure we moved to the Robinson farm 12 milesdistance. I regret much leaving Mrs. McClure so lonely but ever trustingthe guiding hand of God, I trust all will work together for one good.Lord help us.

Sept. 1, 1864
This has been an eventful year with all the world and with myself andfamily. I opened school in a new barn on the Allen Robinson farm on thefirst Monday in April (and closed August 26, 1864). Lost but 2 days andthat not for sickness -- had two letters from home. In the first llearned that my youngest brother, John [????] King, was killed in battleon the 17th of Sept. 1862, and in the last l learned that my dear fatherdied in Maury Co. Tenn on the 10th of July 1864. Hundreds of battleshave been fought and are still being fought in our divided country --citizens killed and robbed, houses burned and people driven from theirhomes and God alone knows how or when our troubles will end.

Sunday night, Jan 1, 1865
The new year dawns upon us one time more in the midst of a frightfulwar. It finds myself and family all alive and well, but without a settlehome. Yesterday was my birthday. I have lived 46 years on this earth.The prospect before me is gloomy in the extreme but I trust in the samestrong arm that has brought me safe this far. The Lord is my shepherdand I trust will provide a pasture for me. The past year has been one ofcontinued excitement. The Rebel army under Gen. Price entered this statein November and passed through the state coming in at the southeast andgoing out southwest, creating the same consternation that is usuallycreated by an invading army. My son and husband have been at home allthe time. We have lost this past fall or winter one of our best horsestaken from us by the government.

Thurs., Feb. 9, 1865
Moved today from Mrs. Robberson's farm to Mrs. Perkins' two miles eastof [????]. Am tired, discouraged, almost hopeless. Lord help us.

Saturday evening, April 15, 1865
Oh how terrible! The wires are flashing for the news that PresidentLincoln was shot last night at Ford's Theatre by an assassin namedBooth, and died this morning at 22 minutes past seven. People hold theirbreath with terror and wait more issue.

Rachel Young King Anderson holding her diary. (photo circa 1860s)

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