Her daughter also had an unnerving experience. She was standing in the newer section of the house during a quiet time of the day. Suddenly she had a feeling that someone was watching her. She turned and looked toward the original front door of the old part of the house - the door on the south side of the structure - and there to her amazement stood a soldier dressed in a "cream-colored, butternut uniform," with long reddish or auburn hair and a scraggly beard and moustache. She described him as wearing a floppy, sweat-stained, butternut-colored hat. She saw he had a blanket roll on his back, attached across his chest with what she thought were canvas straps. He was very skinny and gaunt and very pale. She saw that he carried a long rifle, "almost as tall as he was," which seemed to her to be a good six feet. They stood and gazed directly into each other's eyes.

She recalled that it seemed he stood there for minutes, his direct gaze piercing hers, although upon reflection, she figured it may have been only 15 or 20 seconds. As he looked directly at her she said he wore an expression of extreme sadness in his eyes - so sad, in fact, that she actually felt his sadness. "It looked," she said "as if he'd really been through hell. He just looked at me as if to say, 'please help me,' or 'please feel sorry for me.'" She said she didn't feel threatened, just sad. Suddenly he was gone, dematerializing before her eyes.