The daily Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1862-1863, 1862-07-10

Our hearts, our hopes, prayers, our tears,
Osr faith triumphant Ger fesrs,
Are all with thee, are all with thee.
Scenes Am the Hospitals at WashlDg-
ton.
The Washington correspondent of the
New York Evening Post writes of the
Washington Hospitals as follows:
The wards of the model hospitals on Ju-
dietary Square are still filled with the
wounded boys from the battle of Fair Oaks.
The morning after the arrival what scene
this hospital presented. The great hall
was thronged with men slightly wound
ed" on crutches, with arms in sings, and
shaven heads in bandages They seemed
in the best of spirits, talking together of the
battle; Of the coming fight; some, of their
anxiety to be in it 9th ers, of their expect
ed furloughs and their lticipated visits
home.
Worn, dusty, bronzed, wounded, it was
touching to see the gaiety of these men;
but the real tragedy was within. 1t was
not acted, but suffered on more than
thousand cots lining those long wards
Surgeons were busy everywhere, and as
watched them narrowly it seemed to me
nothing could exceed their skill, their ASST
duty, their gentleness. Yet there did not
seem to be enough. Men lying in garments
covered with the CRIME of battle, saturated
with the gore from their wounds still un-
dressed, waited, without a murmur, their
turn. did not hear groan, not COM
plant, but eyes looked up to mine from
those cots which will haunt me always
With faces blanched from the loss of blood,
scorched with fever, Frustrated with pain,
the mute, appealing, suffering soul, looked
through its windows, and told its story.
What a comment on our brotherhood, on
our civilization, was the spectacle of these
menl
HERoI5M OF OUR WOUNDED.
On the edge of his cot sat young man
whose face scarcely bore a vestige of that
of a man. 1t was so swollen that his eyes
were not visible, and as purple as if already
mortified. The lower part of his jaw, with
his tongue, was shot away.
Holding his head with both hands and
leaning over a stand sat young lieuten-
ant whose hearing was nearly destroyed,
one eye shattered and the other shot out.
Many letters to the home friends of these
sufferers were written for them by women
that morning. How touching was the
falsehood which all alike wished indicted:
g. Tell her that l am not much hurt, and
expect to be well enough to be in the next
battle" Or, l am very slightly wounded,
and shall soon be we'll enough to come
home on furlough." "Don't tell my mother
how am hurt, it will make her feel SO
very bad" said young boy nom New
York city, severely wounded; "tell her /
am getting on nicely, and shall soon be
well"
Say: "My dear wife, do not fret. My
wounds are all dressed and l have the best
of care. Tell sissy that papa sends her q
kiss, and is coming home to see her,
This was the message of young man, pale
and PROSTATE.
"You must have had enough of fight
ing" l said to a clear-eyed man Zone OF
Col. Bakers men, who bad had one limb
shattered and the other shot off. I'D go
back tomorrow if had a wooden leg" he
said, lifting his head in the bed at the very
thought.
Why didn't you send your boys" I
asked of an exceedingly gentlemanly look
ing man of more than sixty, in whose ell
bow and shoulder bullet was still lodged.
81 took two sons and a SON iu5law, and
would have taken more if | had them," he
said with smile. ---e eta+
ga soldier in Good Cause" was the
name of little book given to a young
man from Michigan. 6 That is it," he ex-
claimed, looking at the title. ga good
cause that is why we can fight so well for
it. have been wounded for i'll am ready
to die for it."
These are not fancy utteranccs, but spon-
tanGous words, which record as heard
them from the lips of our suffering but he
roIc soldiers. 1t is more than brute forth
tude, it is a high moral sentiment a love
for their country, the thought that they
have sacrificed themselves for it, which
makes these young men suddenly MANNED,
many rendered helpless for life, so utterly
patient, so cheerful even, through the long
weary days of excruciating pain.
In one of the wards there were large
number of wounded men from Casey's d.
vision. They did not care for their wounds
one said, shut it was hard to be wounded
in the fight and then be called cowards"-
"0ur boys are not cowai ds," he declared
"But we were surprised while we were
cooking our dinner, and overpowered by
great numbers. :"
Near by lay a young man, whose mild
blue eyes and fine hbred frame indicated an
organization exqusitely sensible to suffer
ing. One of his arms had been shot off
close to the sneulder-his right ARMAND
the odor from the undressed wound made
the atmosphere of the room almost uubear-
able. By his side sat the wife of Senator,
writing for him to his mother. Suffering
had weakened bis nerves, and, in spite of
an evident struggle to keep them back, as
he indited his message of love, tears rolled
down his emaciated face, and tears, too,
rolled down the cheeks of the lady while
she wrote.
The next morning, when the surgeon
dressed this arm, when be dug the clotted
blood from the fostering bone, and thrust
his keen knife into the live, quivering flesh,
this poor fellow looked upon the operation
with less emotion than be would had it
been performed upon another person not a
groan escaped him. Not tear fell down
his cheek then.
Entering another ward, the first object
on which my eyes rested was the form of a