A campaign in MexicoScribner, B. F. (Benjamin Franklin)
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A campaign in Mexico
Scribner, B. F. (Benjamin Franklin)
Mexican War, 1846-1848 -- Personal narratives
“The day before yesterday we lost one of our comrades, John Lewis, who
died from the effects of measles. Not one, to my knowledge, taken down
here with this disease has ever recovered. He was the second in size in
the company, and possessed a powerful frame and a strong constitution.
We gave him a soldier’s burial. We have obtained discharges for all our
sick who are dangerously ill. There is but a small chance for recovery
here. The disease may be partially overcome, but to regain strength,
when but little reduced, is almost impossible. I don’t wonder that our
hospitals are full when I think of that dreadful slough. For my own
part I was never blessed with better health. Ever since we landed at
Brazos, I have not in a single instance failed to report myself fit
for duty, at roll call every morning. None have escaped better. The
boys say I look so much like a Mexican in complexion, you would hardly
recognize me. I cannot say much about my face, as I seldom get a sight
of it, but my hands look very much the color of a new saddle. You would
be surprised to see the bronzing effect of the sun upon our finger
nails. This climate suits my constitution admirably, you therefore need
give yourselves no uneasiness about my health.
“I do think I never had anything diffuse joy more suddenly through my
heart, than did the arrival of your letter. I had just returned from
wading the slough, loaded with provisions, as the company was going out
on four o’clock drill. I was wet to the waist, and worn out by heat and
over exercise. I perceived one of the lieutenants beckoning to me with
a paper in his hand. As soon as he attracted my attention, he threw it
on the ground, and hastened to join the company, which was marching to
the parade ground. I seized it, and without changing my clothes read it
over, and over again. It was soon spread among my friends, that I had
received a letter, and congratulations from all were showered upon me.
I read the expression, ‘Home; that word is dearer to you than ever,’
which met with a hearty response.
“The camp is continually agitated by rumors brought in by our scouting
parties. The other day the regiment was ordered out, our effective
force computed, and ammunition distributed, on account of one of these
reports.
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