[Diary] March 6, 1864.
As Brister was away, Lame John saddled Charley and I went down to Frogmore[1] for Harriet’s buggy, which I brought home. Charley was in fine spirits and cantered well. I had a funny time getting him on when Dr. Hunting, who was riding with me, turned down to Dr. Pope’s. He would canter after him, and when at last I got him turned short off in a cornfield, he sounded a call for the other horse every minute and kept looking about eagerly. The woods on fire stopped me, and I had to turn miles out of the way. It is too bad that such large tracts are being burned over, and the trees killed or injured. I saw several gigantic pines which had been chipped into holes in the trunk by the people getting “lighters,” and the turpentine in these holes in the trunk, when ignited, burned like fire in great fireplaces.
[1] The plantation which Miss Towne later bought.
