Kate Cumming: A Journal of Hospital Life in the Confederate Army of Tennessee.

Sunday, October 19. [Chattanooga] —While visiting the men this afternoon, I found four who had not eaten any thing for some time. I sent a nurse to one of the citizens—Mrs. Moore; told him to tell her to send us some milk, for charity’s sake, which she did, and the poor fellows drank it as if it really did them good. I could not help thinking, if I was only near some of my Mobile friends, how gladly they would give me as much as I wanted.

Went to the Episcopal Church this morning, but found it closed. Mrs. W. and I went, this evening, to the Presbyterian Church, accompanied by Rev. Mr. Williams, whom I knew in Okolona. He is a colporteur in this department. We heard an excellent sermon, preached by a chaplain. We were warned, as we have often been before, to try and live in obedience to God’s commands, so that we might get his blessing instead of his curse. The ministers of the gospel seem to have done their part in this respect; so, if we go astray, it will be willful blindness.


Kate Cumming: A Journal of Hospital Life in the Confederate Army of Tennessee.

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