[from the diary of Matthella Page Harrison as transcribed at a later date]
Saturday, May 31st
A rainy, dismal day. Many reports of the near approach of the Yankees but none to be seen with the naked eye. Cousin Mary and I rode to Winchester, I to pay a sad visit to the Conrads. Poor Powel, I cannot realize he has passed away. Jackson has retired from his elevation on the heights of Maryland and gone toward Strasburg where it is supposed the fight will be. I trust tomorrow will not be celebrated by another battle. There is much marching and countermarching. No rest for the weary, but the people of Winchester seem in fine spirits, willing to endure to the end.
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