and seemed to hurry our preparation. Dr. McAllister
was everywhere, superintending the removal
with the energy natural to him. In the court-house
all was confusion. Boxes were hastily filled with
bedding, clothing, etc., thrown in helter-skelter,
hastily nailed up, and as hastily carted down to the
train. Sick and awfully wounded men were hurriedly
placed upon stretchers, and their bearers formed an
endless procession to the rough cars (some of them
lately used to transport cattle, and dreadfully filthy).
Here they were placed upon straw mattresses, or plain
straw, as it happened. No provisions were to be
had except sides of rusty bacon and cold corn-bread.
These were shovelled into carts and transferred to
the floor of the cars in the same manner. There
was no time to cook anything, and the chances were
whether we would get off at all or not. Procuring
a large caldron, I dumped into it remnants of the
day’s dinner,—a little soup, a few
vegetables, and some mule meat. The stoves had
all been taken down, but there was a little cold cornmeal
coffee, some tea, and a small quantity of milk.
This I put into buckets; then, importuning the surgeon
in charge until he was glad to get rid of me by assigning
me a cart, I mounted into it with my provisions and
jolted off to the cars, where hundreds of tortured,
groaning men wore lying. There I met Dr. Gore
(for both hospitals were to be moved on the same train),
who helped me to hide my treasures and to administer
some weak milk punch to the sufferers. Meanwhile,
the pine-wood fires kindled in the streets all around
the hospitals made the town look as though it was
on fire, and threw its weird light upon masses of soldiery,—cavalry,
infantry, artillery,—moving in endless numbers
through the town, shaking the very earth with the
tramp of men and horses and the heavy rumble of wheels.
The men were silent, and looked jaded and ghastly in
the lurid light. Some had bloody rags tied about
head and hands, their breasts were bare, the panting
breath could be heard plainly, their eyes shone fiercely
through the grime of powder and smoke. They had
been fighting, and were now retreating; still they
marched in solid column, nor broke ranks, nor lost
step. The faces of the officers were grave and
troubled; none seemed to observe our frantic haste,
but all to look forward with unseeing eyes. I
did so long to have them rest and refresh themselves.
During the whole of that eventful night my cheeks
were wet, my heart aching sadly. Before daylight
we were off. Railroads at that time were very
defective and very rough. Ah, how terrible was
the suffering of those wounded men as they were jolted
and shaken from side to side! for haste was necessary
to escape the enemy. About noon the train came
to a full stop, nor moved again for many, many hours,—hours
fraught with intense suffering to the sick and wounded,
as well as to all who shared the hardships of that
journey. It was reported that the enemy were passing