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Text for Page 151 [08-31-1862]

                 Aboard the Delaware
these men are very ill and there�s one, an
engineer, who lies spitting blood, but they
may all die for what this paid servant of
Uncle Sam cares.  I believe he is a Massa-
chusetts man, and am sure he�s a New En-
glander.  I have not interchanged ten senten-
ces with him and don�t want to.  He left
Cormick (a gentlemanly young Virginian,
who was horribly scared at the prospect of
dying with the yellow fever) to doctor the dead
clergyman, though hardly recovered sufficient-
ly to do it.  When the poor private Woods lay
at the point of death, this Dalton actually
rebuked the poor lad � he was but 17 � for
�making a noise and keeping people awake,
by his terrible retching.  This the dead man�s
comrades told me subsequently.  They all
execrated Dalton.  I never heard of Woods
till after his death, which occurred between
decks, a dreary place, almost in darkness.
  Dalton got advanced afterwards, as I
read at New York.  I thought of pitching
into him in the Tribune for his inhumanity,
but abstained knowing the uselessness of it,
and that it would only produce half a dozen
testimonials to the devotion, professional skill
and general excellence of the scoundrel.               
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