Worse and weaker to-day. No surgeon, no medicine, no food suitable. I shall not write much more in this book. I hope it will reach home. Letter from Amory at Columbia. Patrick McHugh, Co. E., One-hundredth Illinois, has promised to take it. Nothing from General Young.
[The following entry appears to belong to this time. It is pencilled on a fly-leaf of his pocket diary, without a date: —]
It is hard to die here without a single friend, not even an officer of our army, to hold my hand and take my last words. I hardly dare trust to my body or anything else getting home.
SOURCE: Francis Winthrop Palfrey, Memoir of William Francis Bartlett, p. 125