My story of the war: a woman's narrative of four years personal experience as nurse in the Union army, and in relief work at home, in hospitals, camps, and at the front, during the war of the rebellion . Her Memorandum Book and Baskets â Something for everyoneâ You are the good Fairy of the Hospitals âMen crying for Milkâ Mourning the Loss of Mother Bickerdyke â Wounded Soldier from Island No. Ten âNoble Letter from his Wife â The Children neededhim more than IâEulogy of Mary Safford â Her Career since theWar â Professor in the Boston University School of Medicine. EOM St. Louis we went to Cai
My story of the war: a woman's narrative of four years personal experience as nurse in the Union army, and in relief work at home, in hospitals, camps, and at the front, during the war of the rebellion . Her Memorandum Book and Baskets â Something for everyoneâ You are the good Fairy of the Hospitals âMen crying for Milkâ Mourning the Loss of Mother Bickerdyke â Wounded Soldier from Island No. Ten âNoble Letter from his Wife â The Children neededhim more than IâEulogy of Mary Safford â Her Career since theWar â Professor in the Boston University School of Medicine. EOM St. Louis we went to Cairo, 111., wherewere other hospitals overflowing with thesick and wounded. It was by no means alovely place at that time. Every one visit-ing it bestowed on it a passing anathema,levee built up around the south and westprotected it from the overflow of the Mississippiand Ohio. From the levee the town looked like animmense basin, of which the levee formed the sidesand rim. It was partially filled with water; and theincessant activity of the steam-pumps alone saved itfrom inundation. Vile odors assailed the olfactories,as one walked the streets. If it chanced to rain, one13 201. 202 the order of exercises. was in a condition to obey the N^ew Testamentinjunction, to be steadfast and immovable; for theglutinous, tenacious mud held one by both feet, mak-ing locomotion anything but agreeable. How to findmy way to any given point was a problem; for thepaths were fearfully circuitous, and skilful pilotagewas necessary. Go where I would, this was the order of exer-cises. I went down a flight of crazy stairs, acrossa bit of plank walk, around a slough of unknowndepth, behind somebodys barn, across somebodysback yard, over an extempore bridge of scantlingthat bent with my weight, then into mud, at the riskof losing rubbers, boots, and I sometimes feared formy feet, and, at last, ferried over a miniature lake ina skiff, I reached my destination. Living in Cairoconverts us soldiers
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