Farewell, sweet friends, and may Heaven protect you from the ruthless foes by whom you are surrounded.
The pike to Martinsburg was very rough, and I was in constant dread of another hemorrhage from my wound.
There was a strong guard of cavalry riding in front, in rear, and on either side of us. They seemed to fear an attack from Mosby.
Our halts were frequent, and we did not reach Martinsburg before dark.
When the ambulance stopped in front of the Presbyterian church, of which Rev. Mr. Hughes is pastor, now turned into a hospital, 1 inquired for Miss Anna L. McSherry of some ladies on the sidewalk.
I did this at request of Dr. W., and the ladies promised to tell her of my presence in Martinsburg.
I was carried into the church, and placed on some straw beside my friend Captain Hewlett.
In a short while the venerable Dr. McSherry, with his accomplished daughter, entered the church, and were conducted to me. They were very kind; gave us some lunch, and some writing paper, en