Cloudy. Streets are clear until about eight. My son, Jacob, meets Robert Reynolds of Georgia. I knew his father well. Robert had his own horse and servant along. He is a conscript, wish I could have talked with him. Fearful outrages in the country about us. I hear the Rebels mail has been cut off from Richmond. They are apprehensive of trouble. Stouffer's mill has been taken over by the Rebels and is running for their use. There isn't much food left in town now. If the Rebels remain much longer, I do not know what we shall do. The country side is rapidly losing all its livestock. Much had already been driven off and hidden in the mountains. About 4 o'clock, about 5,000 men took up their line of march for Greencastle with 18 pieces of ordinance. I think they are clearing their lines to get their wagon trains back into Virginia. They are now riding about our alleys looking for harness and gear. I removed the wheel from my wagon and hid it, making it unfit for use. About the close of the evening, they are busy tearing up the sills of the railroad and burning them to bend the rails over, making them unfit to use.