The mail did not come last night. A boy came along this evening with the mail. Vic the mail carrier is sick. Louise McKinnish staid with me last night. Sue Sutton was not at home & I don’t expect will be soon. I am not affraid to stay alone, yet I feel very lonely at night till bed time & then I soon go to sleep & forget that I am alone. I miss Mr. Henry so much. He will never know how much I miss him when he is gone, when night begins to close in, yes ’tis then. I miss his welcome footstep & his dear familiar voice. I cut out some shirts for Jim & John. Atheline is to make them. I am still mending up clothes. A little warmer than yesterday. The hands are cutting coal wood above the Branton house.
*(Fear in North Carolina: The Civil War Journals and Letters of the Henry Family, Eds. Karen L. Clinard and Richard Russell, used with permission.)