Under the guns : $b A woman's reminiscences of the Civil WarWittenmyer, Annie
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Under the guns : $b A woman's reminiscences of the Civil War
Wittenmyer, Annie
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Personal narratives
Log cabins, put up from timber green from the forest, and tents, served
as quarters for the sick and wounded; and three or four thousand of
the worst cases were quartered there almost immediately, being soon
increased to five thousand. The army operating against Richmond was
only a few miles away, and the thunder of their guns could be heard all
day long, and the night sky was often illuminated by bursting shells;
for two armies were facing each other between Point of Rocks and
Richmond, and occasionally a shell would come screaming over to remind
us that we were in range of the enemy’s guns. The cooking arrangements,
when I reached Point of Rocks, were of the most primitive character.
Two log cabins without floors or chimneys, with openings in the roof
to allow the smoke to escape, and big kettles hanging over smoking,
crackling log fires, were used for cooking purposes. There were great
black iron kettles for coffee, tea, soups, meat, beans, and rice.
When I saw the messes served to the sick and wounded men in the wards,
as each cabin was called, I did not wonder that the men turned away in
disgust.
The tin cups, in which the patients received their tea and coffee,
were black and battered; the platters had been used in many a march,
and were rusty and greasy. Into each one of these platters was dished
out rice, beans, or mixed vegetables, as the men preferred. My mental
comment was, “There is not one thing here fit for a well man to eat,
much less a sick or wounded man.” The surgeon in charge seemed not
to know that things were not up to the proper standard; and I was
silent--silent till I was out of the hearing of these men, and until I
had a chance to say all that was in my heart to say. The office of the
surgeon in charge was in a frame dwelling on the grounds. When I had
seated myself in his office, he turned suddenly upon me and questioned,
“Well, what do you think of my hospital?”
“Perhaps you would not like to hear; you may wish only flattery,” I
answered very kindly.
“Yes; I want to know the truth. If you see anything that can be
improved just say so frankly; but you must remember we are under the
enemy’s guns, and can’t have the conveniences and luxuries that they
have in the big cities.”
“I will not suggest anything that cannot be accomplished here within
a week, and yet it would be a great change for the men. I would begin
with the kitchen. I would build a kitchen with a chimney; there are
plenty of rocks here.”
“Yes, that is so.”
“Then, I would have a floor in it, and two of the largest ranges the
market affords.”
“That is impossible; the government would not supply ranges.”
“I will supply the ranges. The Christian Commission is ready at an
hour’s notice to honor any order that I am likely to give.”
“The men couldn’t manage them.”
“No, perhaps not; but I would put in two first-class women to do the
managing, and the men you have could do the work.”
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