The story of a border city during the Civil WarAnderson, Galusha
History
The story of a border city during the Civil War
Anderson, Galusha
Missouri -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865; Saint Louis (Mo.) -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865
In an empty store on Fourth Street, on the ground floor, there were long
tables. For many days, at the noon hour, soldiers passing through the
city or temporarily stopping there, marched in and sat down at those
tables for their midday meal. I was asked by Drs. Eliot and Post to take
my turn with them in preaching to these soldiers as they ate. To this I
consented, but found it a difficult task. I stood at the head of the
table and delivered my message, while the militant audience consumed
their rations of hardtack, bacon and coffee. They had tin plates, cups
and spoons, and cheap iron knives; and though they were always
respectful, and declared that they wanted and enjoyed the preaching, the
clatter of their metal dishes was so loud and incessant, that it
disturbed not a little my course of thought. But I did my best.
When the hospitals were opened I found in them the largest opportunities
to labor on behalf of the soldiers. For a time I worked a part of almost
every day in the Sisters’ Hospital. For years it had been cared for by
the Sisters of Charity; but for the time being it was thrown open for
the use of the government. Here I often found sick and wounded men from
both of the contending armies; Federal and Confederate soldiers, the
blue and the gray, here lay peacefully side by side. For the time at
least their animosity was gone. Suffering had made them kin. The heart
of the man in gray was touched, when he saw that he was as carefully
nursed as the man in blue.
In my ministrations to suffering Southerners, I carefully avoided all
allusion to the war, and our political differences. But, apparently
astonished at the kindness shown them, many of them would broach some
question concerning the national conflict, and when they did so, I
always answered their queries as best I could. On one point most of them
were set, and that was that the North began the war. I assured them that
in this they were altogether in error, and rehearsed to them the
historical facts. They said that they could hardly believe my statement,
since they had been often told the exact contrary.
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