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Mrs. John A. Logan, Reminiscences of a Soldier's Wife: An Autobiography, Chapter 4: (search)
d when he saw the herculean figure of his old comrade striding through the crowd, making for him, he lost control of his feelings and wept like a child. It is needless to add that through my own tears I witnessed the most affecting scene that had ever occurred in that or any other town. At the sound of Sanders's fife and the beating of an old drum of Gabriel Cox, who was a member of the drum corps of the same regiment in which Mr. Logan served in the Mexican War, and whom Mr. White and Captain Looney, who was elected captain of the company, and other friends had hunted up, Mr. Logan jumped down from the wagon, stepped into the line that was speedily filling up, one after another falling in (my friend the teamster who had frightened me so two nights before being among the very first), gave the command, Forward, march! and started around the square, followed by one hundred and ten men, as good and true as ever carried musket. All were enrolled for three years, or during the war. The
Mrs. John A. Logan, Reminiscences of a Soldier's Wife: An Autobiography, Chapter 5: (search)
th a member of their bodies by the surgeon's knife and saw they wept like children, more than one refusing to lose a limb, preferring, as many expressed it, to lose their lives and be buried all at once. Inexperienced surgeons were too hasty in making amputations, and needlessly sacrificed limbs which might have been saved. The men were all so cheerful after the battle, and tried so hard to encourage each other, that it was a pleasure to minister to their wants as volunteer nurses. Captain Looney, of Company A of the 31st, Colonel Logan's regiment, was taken to our rooms in a private house, he having been severely wounded in the shoulder. After weeks of suffering he was sent to his home, where for many months he hovered between life and death; though he lived many years afterward, he was never again fit for duty, the service thereby losing one of the most gallant of men. One day, in the brigade hospital, I saw a captain of an Iowa regiment who had been wounded through the l