Meine Geschichte vom Krieg: Eine Frau erzählt von vier Jahren persönlicher Erfahrung als Krankenschwester in der Gewerkschaftsarmee und in Hilfsarbeiten zu Hause, in Krankenhäusern, Lagern und an der Front, während des Krieges der Rebellion . D thChicago Sleeper, mit Johnny und dem schwarzen Lad - Der StutteringPorter versteckt den schwarzen Jungen - D-d-d-dat Womans slep mächtige Littlefo mos s-s-s-Six Weeks - Shes d-d-d-d-done got monstous Sick - Wedefy Egypt and the Black Laws - Reach Chicago at Midnight - Sunday Morning, Hunt up the Black Lads Mother - Deaching Meeting - Sarah Morris erzählt ihre Geschichte - Johnny und Lizzie kümmerten sich. T Fort Pickering,

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My story of the war: a woman's narrative of four years personal experience as nurse in the Union army, and in relief work at home, in hospitals, camps, and at the front, during the war of the rebellion . d theChicago Sleeper, with Johnny and the black Lad — The stutteringPorter hides the black Boy— D-d-d-dat Womans slep mighty littlefo mos s-s-s-six Weeks — Shes d-d-d-done got monstous sick — Wedefy Egypt and the Black Laws —Reach Chicago at Midnight —Sunday Morning, hunt up the black Lads Mother — Affecting Meeting— Sarah Morris tells her Story — Johnny and Lizzie cared for. T Fort Pickering, two miles below Memphis, there was a convalescent camp, and, whilethe boat stopped for coal, we went ashoreto pay it a brief visit. In one of the tentswe found three dark-haired, dark-eyed littlegirls, whose ages ranged from two to nineyears. They seemed perfectly at home, climbingupon the knees of the four convalescent soldiersassigned to the tent, ransacking their pockets forjack-knives, pencils, and other like treasures whichthe soldiers stowed in them for the use of the chil-dren. And with juvenile restlessness they rushedfrom one employment to another, asking the aid of 356. THKEE LITTLE ORPHAN KEFUGEES. 357 their military companions, with a confidence thatshowed they were not often repulsed. Whose chil-dren were these tangle-haired, bare-footed, unkempt, rao:ed little urchins? The soldiers told us. Their father was a Union man of Memphis, andlost his life before our troops took possession of thecity. Their mother, with these three children, theyoungest then an infant in arms, came within ourlines for protection, and made herself useful in theofficers quarters by washing, cooking, etc. Threemonths before, she had died from exposure, hardwork, and heartsickness. There was no one to takethe children, and so the soldiers had gathered theminto their tents, and taken as good care of them asthey knew how. But whats to become of them when you areordered away? we

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