All day, as the sad moments rolled on, were they passing not only in front of my house, but from behind; they tore down my garden palings, made a road through my back-yard and lot field, driving their stock and riding through, tearing down my fences and desolating my home – wantonly1 doing it when there was no necessity for it. . as night drew its sable curtains around us, the heavens from every point were lit up with flames from burning buildings. dinnerless and supperless as we were, it was nothing in comparison with the fear of being driven out homeless to the dreary woods. — a woman's wartime journal by dolly sumner lunt 1wantonly: deliberately cruel which event from the civil war is described in the text?