This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ... son, will you go with me and help to dress the poor boys' wounds?" I did not feel that I had the nerve to go through it; but after I had helped with ten or twelve brave fellows, and saw how much there was to do, and so few to do it, I felt it my duty to stay and help. I thought perhaps if I did what I could for them, some one would care for my sons. I boarded with Judge Miller, but used to go every day to the hospital, and I found plenty to do there. I carried my tablet, pen, and ink, and often wrote letters for the boys who were too sick to do it for themselves, or had, perhaps, lost the right arm or hand. I think there were a thousand men here. There were fifty in one large hall with only a chair between the cots. I have known fifteen to die in one day; but oh, they were so brave to the end! I used to read to them a great deal when they were in such agony that nothing could do them any good, and that seemed to quiet them more than anything else. Many a night I have sat by sick and dying soldiers. I went into the hospitals to try to help, not for pay; on the other hand, I spent time, money, and health, working with my head as well as my hands. In about six months I was taken with the typhoid fever, and was carried to my home in Fort Madison, where I was sick for a long time. I had a book, in which I kept the names of officers and many interesting facts, but during my sickness it was lost.