- Sarah Dawson journal entry
Baton Rouge, LA - 1 July 1862
These officers say the women talk too much, which is undeniable. They then said, they meant to get up a sewing society, and place in it...
- Sarah Dawson journal entry
Baton Rouge, LA - 4 July 1862
Here I am, and still alive, having wakened but once in the night, and that only in consequence of Louis and Morgan crying...
- Sarah Dawson journal entry
Linwood, LA - 28 August 1862
I saw the first Yankee camp that Will Pinckney and Colonel Bird had set fire to the day of the battle. Such a shocking sight of charred wood, burnt clothes, tents, and all imaginable articles strewn around...
- Sarah Dawson journal entry
Linwood, LA - 9 November 1862
And to think old Abe wants to deprive us of all that fun! No more cotton, sugar-cane, or ric! No more old black aunties or uncles! No more rides in mule teams, no more songs in the cane-field...
- Sarah Dawson journal entry
Linwood, LA - 23 January 1863
A very few people have been insolent enough to say to me, "Your brother is as good a Yankee as any." My blood boils as I answer, "Let him be President Lincoln if he will, and I would love him the same.
- Sarah Dawson journal entry
New Orleans, LA - 19 April 1865
Thursday the 13th came the dreadful tidings of the surrender of Lee and his army on the 9th. Everybody cried, but I would not, satisfied that God will still save us, even though all should apparently be lost.
- Sarah Dawson journal entry
New Orleans, LA - 22 April 1865
For the more violently "Secesh " the inmates, the more thankful they are for Lincoln's death, the more profusely the houses are decked with the emblems of woe.
- Sarah Dawson journal entry
New Orleans, LA - 15 June 1865
Our Confederacy has gone with one crash - the report of the pistol fired at Lincoln.