Another day and week gone. Three weeks to-night since my capture. It seems like three months at least. What a difference though between my condition now and one week ago! I did not then expect to be alive now. My only hope was that my body should get sent home. To-night I am well, getting stronger every day. Walked out on crutches a little; very weak still. But how much I have to be grateful for! I hope I may never forget it. I wish I could relieve their anxiety at home. And Agnes, I fear she worries. I am glad they have not known the worst. They think I am safe and comfortably off, I expect.
SOURCE: Francis Winthrop Palfrey, Memoir of William Francis Bartlett, p. 127-8