The Red Cross : in peace and war . om the field when called. Dr. Hubbell and assistantsarrived in Constantinople July 16, Mr. Wistar and Mr. Wood on thetwentieth of the same month. I need not attempt to say with what gratitude I welcomed backthese weary, brown-faced men and officers from a field at once so diffi-cult and so perilous, and none the less did the gratitude of my heart goout to my faithful and capable secretary, who had toiled early and late,never leaving for a day, till the face grew thin and the eyes hollow,striving with tender heart that all should go well, and the childrenmight
The Red Cross : in peace and war . om the field when called. Dr. Hubbell and assistantsarrived in Constantinople July 16, Mr. Wistar and Mr. Wood on thetwentieth of the same month. I need not attempt to say with what gratitude I welcomed backthese weary, brown-faced men and officers from a field at once so diffi-cult and so perilous, and none the less did the gratitude of my heart goout to my faithful and capable secretary, who had toiled early and late,never leaving for a day, till the face grew thin and the eyes hollow,striving with tender heart that all should go well, and the childrenmight be fed. And when the first greetings were over, and the first meal par-taken, the full chorus of manly voices: Home Again, Sweet Landof Liberty, Nearer My God to Thee, that rolled out through theopen windows of the Red Cross headquarters in Constantinople, fell onthe listening ears of Christian and Moslem alike, and though thetones were new and strange all felt that to some one, somewhere, theymeant more than mere notes of
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