Now, the plan we formed was for two of us to go into the house and keep the inmates interested and the other was to toll and drive off the hog.

I was one of the party which went into the house.

There was no one there but an old lady and her sick and widowed daughter.

They invited us in very pleasantly and kindly, and soon prepared us a very nice and good dinner.
The old lady told us of all her troubles and trials.

Her husband had died before the war, and she had three sons in the army, two of whom had been killed, and the youngest, who had been conscripted, was taken with the camp fever and died in the hospital at Atlanta, and she had nothing to subsist upon, after eating up what they then had.