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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore) 6 0 Browse Search
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slightly. C. H. James, private, Co. B, Twenty-second Massachusetts, slightly. Lieut. W. D. Morris, Co. B, Twenty-second Massachusetts, slightly. Frank B. Smith, private, Co. B, Twenty-second Massachusetts, severely. John Collingshill, private, Co. H, Twenty-second Massachusetts, severely. C. H. Tucker, corporal, Co. C, Martin's battery, slightly, lost his speech. Freeman Carey,Co. C, Martin's battery, slightly. Tim Donohue, Co. C, Martin's battery, thumb amputated. Cyrus Wilcox, Co. C, Berdan's sharpshooters, slightly. C. W. Peck, corporal, Co. F, Berdan's sharpshooters, slightly. James Way, sergeant, Co. C, Berdan's sharpshooters, slightly. Wm. Parker, Co. B, Berdan's sharpshooters, slightly. William Bombaugh, private, Co. D, Sixty-second Pennsylvania, severely. Corp. Tucker's case is very remarkable. The shot, in passing, did not strike him, but the velocity of the missile raised the skin on his breast, and bereft the poor man of his speech.
tle. There were eight persons in the Lewis House, at Manassas, in the room where I lay, and my wife, for two weeks, slept in that room, on the floor by my side, without a bed. When we got to Richmond there were six of us in a room, among them Col. Wilcox, who remained with us until he was taken to Charleston. There we were all in one room. There was no door to it. It was much as it would be here if you should take off the doors of this committee-room, and then fill the passage with wounded soldiers. In the hot summer months the stench from their wounds, and from the utensils they used, was fearful. There was no privacy at all, because there being no door, the room could not be closed. We were there as a, common show. Col. Wilcox and myself were objects of interest, and were gazed upon as if we were a couple of savages. The people would come in there and say all sorts of things to us and about us, until I was obliged to tell them that I was a prisoner, and had nothing to say.