the spirit of many of the wounded men, Mrs. Marsh delights
to testify. This man was God's soldier, as well as the Union's. He had
learned to think amid the awful scenes of Fort Wagner, and when wounded
at Olustee was prepared to live or die, whichever was God's will. Mrs.
Marsh was sitting beside his bed, in quiet conversation with him, when
without warning, the hemorrhage commenced. The plash of blood was heard,
as the life-current burst from his wound, and, "Go now," he said in his
low calm voice. "This is the end, and I would not have you witness it."
The hemorrhage was, however, checked, but he died soon after. Meantime
the Sanitary Commission stores were constantly arriving, and Mrs. Marsh
continued to take the entire charge of them. A portion of her house was
used for store-rooms, and there were received thousands of dollars'
worth of comforts of all kinds from the North--a constant, never-failing
flood of beneficence.
The first prisoners seen by Mrs. Marsh had come from Charleston. There
were nine privates and three or four officers. Their rags scarcely
covered them decently. They were filthy, squalid, emaciated. They halted
at a point several miles from Beaufort, and a requisition was sent by
the officers at this outpost, for clothing and other necessaries for the
officers of the party. These were sent, but Mrs. Marsh thought there
must be others--private soldiers, perhaps, for whom no provision had
been made. She accordingly dispatched her nephew, who was a member of
her family, to make inquiries and see that the wants of such were
provided for.
In a short time she saw him returning at the head of his ragged brigade.
The poor fellows were indeed a loathsome sight, worn, feeble, clad only
in the unsightly rags which had been their prison wear. They were not
shown into the office, but to a vestibule without, and their first
desire was for water, soap--the materials for cleanliness. Mrs. Marsh
examined her stores for clothing. That which was on hand was mainly
designed for hospital use. She would have given each an entire suit, but
could find only two or three pairs of coarse blue overalls, such as are
worn by laborers at the North. As she stepped to the door to give them
this clothing, she remarked upon the scarcity, and said the overalls
must be given to the men that most needed them, but at once saw that
where all were in filthy rags, there seemed no choice. The one who stood
nearest her had taken a pair
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