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Title: Home-making and its philosophy
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Archibald, William Charles, 1842- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Archibald family United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Personal narratives
Publisher: Boston, Mass., The author
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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wig, and the bullet ploughed its way up the fore-head, depressing the frontal bone and tunneling its waythrough the hair four inches. I fell as though dead, un-conscious, of course, of any accident to myself; but on theeve of returning consciousness it seemed that I could clearlysee a hole through my head from forehead to back, and Iseemed to simply gaze at it in wonder what it meant. ThenI heard voices about me. I had been carried into the tent,and I think the tones of mens voices I knew helped tobring me more quickly back to consciousness. I wasat once sent to the field hospital, where I had the usualcare and treatment while the wound was healing. Thisaccident may have providentially saved me on the night ofthe cattle raid from being taken prisoner, and from a linger-ing death a thousand times worse than a bullet wound. There were four acquaintances and comrades whoenlisted at the same time and in the same company with me.One of these, young Merrell, was shot; his brother Dennis 252
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TRANSFER TO FIRST MAINE CAVALRY and Samuel Elliott were taken prisoners at this time, andboth died in prison at Andersonville; Charles Alexander,my tent mate, was shot in Chamberlin Creek (to him Iwill refer again), so that of these five I am the only oneto return home alive. Such is war. I was young, with a healthy body andmind. Soon I was convalescing, and before three weekshad passed the wound had healed. The field hospitalwas the usual canvas tent, holding fifty to one hundredpatients, with cots on each side of the aisle or passageway.It stood on a knoll and the greensward served as a floor.There were besides our men a dozen of the Rebel wounded,who were brought here and cared for as if they were friends,or even better, and that simply because they were enemies.They kept very much by themselves and talked in lowtones together, for they were almost well, and were likelyto be sent North as prisoners almost any day. The spiritof their combined personalities was altogether foreign too

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