my brother, who had left home when the news reached him that I was wounded.
He had been to Gettysburg
, searched the field hospitals, found where I had been, but no one could inform him where I was, as I did not leave my address; he was returning home and stopped in Baltimore
, and calling on the Massachusetts
agent, found where I was located.
As soon as I saw him my mind was made up to go home; the surgeon said it was impossible, but I begged so hard that he consented, and in due time I was placed on my stretcher and carried to a hospital car. The cars were so arranged that the wounded were hung up by the stretchers, being placed on rubber springs.
I was hung up in mine, but the motion of the car was such that I could not bear it so was taken down and placed on the floor.
More dead than alive we arrived at Jersey City
We found that the mob had possession of New York and we could not cross the ferry.
After being carried from place to place, we were placed on a steamer and taken to Bedloe's Island, where we remained several days, then to the Fall River
We found great excitement at the boat; several negroes were on board who had been driven from the city.
Others jumped from the wharf and swam out to us after we were under way. They reported that the mob intended to fire the city that night.
I received every attention on the boat, was placed in the ladies' cabin, and the lady passengers were constant in attendance, anxious to do something to relieve my sufferings.
Handkerchiefs were wet with cologne and given me, and when the boat reached Fall River
I had a large stock, marked with nearly every letter in the alphabet.
Every few moments some good woman would bend over me and say, “Shall I turn your pillow?”
and wishing to please them I would say,