Clara Barton National Historic Site, MarylandUnited States. National Park Service
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Clara Barton National Historic Site, Maryland
United States. National Park Service
Barton, Clara, 1821-1912; Clara Barton National Historic Site (Md.)
Dunn’s letter was widely published during the Civil War, and he was
embarrassed that his private portrayal of Barton as a “homely angel”
ever saw print. She, too, seems to have been embarrassed, for she
crossed the word out on the newspaper clippings she kept and substituted
the word “holy” for “homely.” Although the original letter shows that
Dunn did indeed mean “homely,” Barton’s biographers have taken their cue
from her and given her the title “the holy angel.”
These early battles taught Clara Barton how poorly prepared the Union
army was for the immense slaughter taking place and how immediate
battlefield aid meant much more than a battalion of nurses back in
Washington.
In quick succession the battles of Fairfax Court House and Chantilly
followed second Bull Run. A surgeon recalled that at Chantilly “we had
nothing but our instruments—not even a bottle of wine. When the
[railroad] cars whistled up to the station, the first person on the
platform was Miss Barton again to supply us with ... every article that
could be thought of. She staid [_sic_] there till the last wounded
soldier was placed on the cars.” She worked for five days in the pouring
rain with only two hours of sleep. As at all battles, she took time to
jot down the names of many wounded men, so that their families could be
informed.
Barely two weeks later, on September 14, she again went to the field,
this time with advance information about a battle to be fought near
Harpers Ferry, Virginia (now West Virginia). She arrived too late but
rushed on to Antietam, which she reached at the height of battle on
September 17. Once again, she cooked gruel, braved enemy fire to feed
the wounded, and provided surgeons with precious medical supplies. She
had a narrow escape from death when a bullet passed under her arm,
through the sleeve of her dress, and killed the wounded soldier cradled
in her arms.
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