Moved into the house near my tent I am threatened with
typhoid. Horrible pain in my head all day. Orders to-night, unfortunately, for
us to march at five A. M. to-morrow. Dr. Winsor (the regimental surgeon) says
it is impossible for me to go. I must go. I know the risk is great, but
I have got to take it. If I get killed, or wounded, or die of fever, people
will say it was rash, etc. I know my duty, though, better than any one else.
Colonel Chapin has offered me the use of a spring wagon to ride in. I shall go
in that
SOURCE: Francis Winthrop Palfrey, Memoir of William
Francis Bartlett, p. 63
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