Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 2.
Reverend J. William Jones, Ed.

September 30th

In the afternoon, while in conversation with the beautiful Miss N. K----, a sharp piece of bone, making its exit from my wound, cut an artery, and “secondary hemorrhage” was produced. Miss N----ran immediately for a surgeon, and, in an incredibly short time, returned with Dr. Hardy, who promptly applied sulphate of iron, and bandaged my leg very tightly from the foot to the knee, thus checking the dangerous hemorrhage. The blood flowed in jets from the artery, and I soon became very week and deathly sick. Drs. Weatherly and Hardy came to see me frequently during the day and night, and although they gave me two large doses of morphine, I could not sleep at all for pain. Poor John Attaway died of his wound at the residence of Mrs. [79] Hist. He spoke often, while in his right mind, and in his delirium, affectionately of his mother, of Sergeant Stafford and myself. May his brave spirit rest in peace.