![]() They must let me tell my story in my own way, speaking of many little matters that interested or amused me, and which a certain leisurely class of elderly persons, who sit at their firesides and never travel, will, I hope, follow with a kind of interest. It is of the journey which we began together, and which I finished apart, that I mean to give my "Atlantic" readers an account. I felt myself peculiarly fortunate in having companions whose society would be a pleasure, whose feelings would harmonize with my own, and whose assistance I might, in case of need, be glad to claim. I agreed to accompany them, and we met in the cars. Gay, an accomplished and energetic surgeon, equal to any difficult question or pressing emergency. This I learned the next morning from the civil and attentive officials at the Central Telegraph Office.Ĭalling upon this gentleman, I found that he meant to leave in the quarter past two o'clock train, taking with him Dr. It was to the father of Lieutenant-Colonel Wilder Dwight, informing him that his son was grievously wounded in the same battle, and was lying at Boonsborough, a town a few miles this side of Keedysville. Has nobody got thirteen cents? Don't keep that boy waiting,-how do we know what messages he has got to carry? Thought not mortal, or not thought mortal,-which was it? The first that is better than the second would be.-"Keedysville, a post-office, Washington Co., Maryland." Leduc? Leduc? Don't remember that name. Windpipe, food-pipe, carotid, jugular, half a dozen smaller, but still formidable vessels, a great braid of nerves, each as big as a lamp-wick, spinal cord,- ought to kill at once, if at all. Through the neck,-no bullet left in wound. I took the envelope from his hand, opened it, and read:Ĭapt H_ wounded shot through the neck thought not mortal at Keedysville We rose hastily, and presently the messenger was admitted. The air had been heavy all day with rumors of battle, and thousands and tens of thousands had walked the streets with throbbing hearts, in dread anticipation of the tidings any hour might bring. In the dead of the night which closed upon the bloody field of Antietam, my household was startled from its slumbers by the loud summons of a telegraphic messenger.
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