It is done... the precious portrait placed in the hands of the gentlemen for safe keeping.
At this late hour a wagon has been procured, and I have had it filled with plate and the most valuable portable articles, belonging to the house.
Disaffection stalks around us.
I would rather fight with my hands than my tongue.
Our private property must be sacrificed.
When I shall again write to you, or where I shall be tomorrow, I cannot tell.