. Our army nurses. Interesting sketches, addresses, and photographs of nearly one hundred of the noble women who served in hospitals and on battlefields during our civil war . ors attendant on grimwar, as a volunteer nurse. A few days later I arrivedat Washington, and as Miss Dix was away, I wassent by her order to the Columbia College Hospital,for rest and instruction until her return. After eightdays I received word to report at headquarters, andwas immediately sent to the 18th Army Corps Hos-pital, Point of Rocks, Va. Arriving there I wasassigned to duty, Oct. 6, 1864, by Dr. Fowler,and rem
. Our army nurses. Interesting sketches, addresses, and photographs of nearly one hundred of the noble women who served in hospitals and on battlefields during our civil war . ors attendant on grimwar, as a volunteer nurse. A few days later I arrivedat Washington, and as Miss Dix was away, I wassent by her order to the Columbia College Hospital,for rest and instruction until her return. After eightdays I received word to report at headquarters, andwas immediately sent to the 18th Army Corps Hos-pital, Point of Rocks, Va. Arriving there I wasassigned to duty, Oct. 6, 1864, by Dr. Fowler,and remained there until the close of the war. It would be impossible for me to describe what Ipassed through. Oh, the pain, the groans, thedying struggles! Nothing but the strongest devo-tion to country and flag could have enabled me toendure it. Many of the present generation have too littlesympathy with the defenders of our Republic, — tooslight a realization of the significance of the fouryears of strife, the clouds and darkness throughwhich the nation passed, ere liberty was pro-claimed, and the flag floated free. Clara B. Hoyt. Laknkd, Kansas. 155 156 OUR ARMY MARGARET MACKEY. JWE:NT from Milwaukee, June 10, 1863, andserved until July, 1865, at Hospital No. 2,located on College Hill, at Nashville, the first year I was there Major Lyonwas surgeon in charge; then he was sent to thefront, to a field hospital, and Major Herbert tookhis place in No. 2. At the close of the war Ireturned to my home. Yours in F., C. and L., Margaret Mackey. 360 4th Street, Milwaukee, Wis. Woe to the land that lets Its watch-fires burn to embers IThe conqueror soon forgets, But the beaten foe remembers. Bravely the fathers fought. No shameful ease allured them ;The peace their high hearts souglit. Their trusty swords secured them. Build, then, our ships of war, Keep the watch-fires burning ever ;So danger shall dwell afar. So peace shall be broken never I That brave life, quenched
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