Identifier: ourarmynursesint00holl (find matches)
Title: Our army nurses. Interesting sketches, addresses, and photographs of nearly one hundred of the noble women who served in hospitals and on battlefields during our civil war
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Holland, Mary A. Gardner
Subjects: Military nursing
Publisher: Boston, Mass., B. Wilkins & co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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the action exposed to view theold doctors face. After all hope of escape wasabandoned, the daughter was married in the cell ofher father the day preceding the execution. Thenext day he was led to the scaffold, the noose placedabout his neck, then asked if he had anything to say.He said he had not, only that he did not regret what 480 OUR ARMY NURSES. he had done, and would do it again nnder the circum-stances. Thioughout the three years of her service, Mrs.Fay did her part as only a true and kind nature cando; and after the fall of Richmond, she, with herhusband, journeyed homeward in the same steamerthat they went to service in three years before. BETWEEN THE LINES. Between the lines the smoke hung low,And shells flew screaming to and fro,While blue or gray, in sharp distress.Rode fast, their shattered lines to pressAgain upon the lingering foe. Tis past — and now the roses blowWhere war was waging years ago.And naught exists save friendlinessBetween the lines. 482 OUR ARMY NURSES.
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EANDMOTHER TsEAYCOMB was not secondin many respects to Mother Bickerdyke. She,also, gave fonr years to the care of our wonndedand sick sokliers. Although not present inso many battles, she labored bravely for our fallenheroes. She tells us: At one time while the boats wereloading with wounded to go up the river, there wasa boy who had his furlough and ti-ansportation, butwhen he applied for passage the captain refused, ashe had too many already. The poor boy called outto me: ^ Take me, too! Let me go home to die! Iran down the plank to him, and in some way I gothim ou the boat. How it was done is told in thefollowing verses: — Grandmother Newcomb of Illinois,Known to hosts of the army boysFor nmnberless deeds of kindness done ;AYidowed at bloody Donelson.She took far more than her husbands placeIn the conquering march of the loyal blue,In deeds of mercy and motherly grace,To the blue-coats first,— but the gray-coats too. Grandmother Newcomb of EfBngham,That July day, when the grea

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