Death of a Boy-Volunteer.
thither, sometimes in camp, sometimes across
the wet muddy fields, with Hall, to the house,
reading, scribbling, dozing. Dined at 4. The
rain presently flooded our tent, necessitating
vigorous operations in the way of trenching and
digging. I take refuge in Heichhold�s hut and
write a letter to Hannah, completing the same
by 11, when I go to bed, sharing Heichhold�s
bunk, with portmanteau for pillow.
22. Tuesday. An April day, now sunny
now overcast, the roads execrable. Heichhold
rather sick. After breakfast, a boy of sixteen
was brought in, so chilled by lying on the wet
earth under the miserable, miscalled shelter-tents,
and by having been on picket on Sunday night
that the circulation of his blood had almost stop-
ped. Heichhold looked at him, pronounced him
�almost gone� and prescribed brandy, instantly.
The boy died in an hour and a half. I may
couple this with an incident related by chaplain
Marks (of the 105th Penn, or the 38th N.Y., I
forget which.) He found a small-pox patient,
lying in the drenching rain, with only a few fence
rails between him and the sky � nobody near him.
They had carried him out of the hospital, for
fear of infection. I think he recovered. With
Skilton and Hall to Green�s house, the sel-
fish chaplain being or imagining himself sick