General Young, C. S. A., called to see me this A. M., offered to take letter to Ould; wrote and sent down to him this P. M. Hope he will succeed. I get no better, same pain. Weaker every day. I cannot last long at this rate. If I could only live to get in our lines or to Baltimore, I would die contented. Mother would be there.
This Dr. Hunter doesn't take the slightest interest in my getting well, or else his indifference is put on to conceal his ignorance.
SOURCE: Francis Winthrop Palfrey, Memoir of William Francis Bartlett, p. 124