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 . out from the molasses and pork, Ipicked my way to the top of the levee, thickly dottedwith soldiers and tents. For miles the inside of the levee was sown withoTaves, at the head and foot of which were rudewooden tablets, bearing the name and rank of thedeceased, and sometimes other particulars. The sol-diers spoke of their buried comrades in a nonchalantway, as planted. In most cases the poor
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 . out from the molasses and pork, Ipicked my way to the top of the levee, thickly dottedwith soldiers and tents. For miles the inside of the levee was sown withoTaves, at the head and foot of which were rudewooden tablets, bearing the name and rank of thedeceased, and sometimes other particulars. The sol-diers spoke of their buried comrades in a nonchalantway, as planted. In most cases the poor fellowshad been wrapped in their blankets, and buried with-out coffins, or overcoats, as the men called places the levee was broken, or washed out by thewaters, and the decaying dead were partially disin-terred. This sickening sight did not move me thenas it would now, for hospital and army life, after thefirst few weeks, mercifully bred a temporary stoicism,that enabled one to see and hear any form or tale ofhorror without deep emotion. A young lieutenant became my guide and escortto the camp of the Thirteenth Illinois. We cameupon it unexpectedly. I halted reverently, and laid Plate Hi. FAMOUS UNION BATTLE-FLAGS ilmleciilh Ills l^idl 2. Twejily tbiulli Sncnnd Mn-lt. Root :V Kiolith Mo Hegl0 Spwiith X 1. Drttrrifjtinns -sre paqps ^i^ f/.PHOTOGRAPHED AND PAINTED FROM THE ORIGINAL FLAGS EXPRESSLY FOR THIS WORK n ./Ofj r »-. t .«?. . iN A the stealing regiment. 331 my hand upon the lieutenants arm, for some sort ofservice was in progress in the camp. The men werestanding or sitting in a body, and a chaplain wasdelivering an address, or preaching a sermon. As Ilistened, he seemed to be setting the sins of his audi-ence before them in a manner that savored more offrankness than tact, and he was exhorting the mento repentance. The boys, however, seemed to enjoythe recital of their shortcomings and sins of commis-sion, and frequently assisted
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