My head felt very badly this morning. Mr. Henry sent to P. Presley & borrowed some coffee which he said cured my head. My head got easy soon after I took some coffee. He always thinks of my comfort. I will have no one to love & caress me if he goes to the war. God grant he may not have to go. Oh! that we could once be a free people & grant us peace most High, the wish of many a sad heart this day. I cleaned up the small goblets. I sent Atheline after them this morning to the store house. There are 52. I cleaned up the pantry generally. After dinner about 4 o’clock I got through & then cut out a dress for myself. Began to hem the frills for the neck. Atheline is making Uncle Sam a shirt.
*(Fear in North Carolina: The Civil War Journals and Letters of the Henry Family, Eds. Karen L. Clinard and Richard Russell, used with permission.)