A Woman's Life-Work — Labors and Experiences of Laura S. HavilandHaviland, Laura S. (Laura Smith)
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A Woman's Life-Work — Labors and Experiences of Laura S. Haviland
Haviland, Laura S. (Laura Smith)
Freed persons; Haviland, Laura S. (Laura Smith), 1808-1898; Underground Railroad
"I can not answer intelligently," I said, "I may wish to return for
more supplies, within two or three months, and I can not say how long
it will take to disburse these supplies judiciously."
"Very well," and he took my papers to his chief clerk, and soon brought
me back passes, saying, "There are your passes, and they'll bring you
back any time this year." He gave me also an order for free
transportation. I left his office praising God for another victory.
I was met in the door of the sanitary rooms with "Did you succeed in
getting a half-fare pass?"
"A free pass to Cairo and return," I said, "and free transportation for
all my supplies from President Arthur."
The clerk clapped his hands, cheering: "You are a favored one; not one
of us would have got that favor."
Not till then did they know of my leaving home with only fifteen
dollars; yet it was sufficient.
A few hours more landed me in Cairo, where the wharf was lined with
cannon, and piles of shells and balls. My first work was to find a
soldiers' home, and visit hospitals. Oh, what scenes at once were
presented to my view! Here were the groans of the wounded and dying
soldiers. Some were praying--a few were swearing; and yet even these
would patiently listen to reading the promises of Jesus and his loving
invitations, and become calm.
CHAPTER X.
HOSPITAL WORK.
Our last chapter left us in hospital world at Cairo. A portion of the
freedmen's camp of three thousand the officers proposed to remove to
Island No. 10, and wished me to take most of my supplies to that place.
While waiting for their arrival I visited the United States Hospital at
Mound City, a few miles up the Ohio River. Here, too, were dying
soldiers, one of whom especially attracted my attention, as he was
perfectly sane and rather unusually intelligent. I immediately
addressed him: "My son, are you prepared to go hence?"
"Mother," he said, "that is a matter which I ought to have attended to
long ago, but I did not, and now it is too late! I am dying."
"Oh, do not say _too late_! Remember the condition is, '_Believe_ and
thou _shalt be saved_;' 'As thou hast _believed_, so shall it be unto
thee.' These are the sure promises of our merciful Redeemer. Remember
the thief on the cross looked at him with repenting spirit and living
faith, and said, 'Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom;'
and the quick reply was, 'This day thou shalt be with me in Paradise.'
Can you not trust such a Redeemer?--such a loving Father as is our God,
who saves to the uttermost all who ask with believing hearts?" He
firmly held my hand and said, "I will try."
Our prayers were mingled in asking for the enlightening of the Holy
Spirit, and while he was asking for the forgiveness of all his sins,
that he might receive an evidence of acceptance, he seemed encouraged
and gave me the names and address of his parents, for me to write them
of his hope, in departing, of a better future.
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