It says here that the slaughter was terrible.

For all they were foreigners it is awful to think of so many men being killed, Mrs.Dr.dear--for they are scarce enough as it is." Rilla was upstairs relieving her over-charged feelings by writing in her diary.
"Things have all 'gone catawampus,' as Susan says, with me this week.
Part of it was my own fault and part of it wasn't, and I seem to be equally unhappy over both parts.
"I went to town the other day to buy a new winter hat.

It was the first time nobody insisted on coming with me to help me select it, and I felt that mother had really given up thinking of me as a child.

And I found the dearest hat--it was simply bewitching.

It was a velvet hat, of the very shade of rich green that was made for me.