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
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