'TIS BUT TEN YEARS SINCE.* BY WALT WHITMAN. FIFTY ARMY HOSPITALS HERE--1863--SPRING. You will easily judge that one of the greatest institutions
of Washington and its neighborhood this current time is the Hospital.
I don't mean by that any particular hospital, for I think there are about
fifty such establishments. There is a regular directory of them printed
in most of the papers here in alphabetical order, and it has a dreary significance.
Now, such a list makes a Washington journal much more called for, and is
an indispensable part of the intelligence sought here.
MY VISITS AND DISTRIBUTIONS. I now regularly devote from four to five hours every day or evening going among the sick and wounded. I have not yet been to all the Washington establishments; to visit them effectually would be next to impossible for one visitor. I keep going a good deal to Campbell and Armory squares, and judiciary and Emory Hospitals, and occasionally to that at the Patent Office (now broken up), and once or twice to others. There is plenty to do, and one soon falls in the way of putting his means where it will do the most good. Tobacco I buy by the quantity, and cut it up in small plugs. Then I buy now and then a box of oranges. Everything at retail is dear here in Washington (and wholesale, too, for that matter). LETTER-WRITING. Of course when eligible, I generally encourage all the men to write, and myself, when called upon, write all sorts of letters for them, (including love letters, very tender ones.) Almost as I reel off this sketch, I write for a new patient to his wife. M. de F., of the Seventeenth Connecticut, Company H, has just come up (February 17) from Windmill Point, and is received in Ward H, Armory square. He is an intelligent looking man, has a foreign accent, black-eyed and haired, has a Hebraic appearance. Wants a telegraphic message sent to his wife, New Canaan, Ct. I agree to send the message--but to make things sure, I also sit down and write the wife a letter, and dispatch it to the post-office immediately, as he fears she will come one, and he does not wish her to, as he will surely get well. AN ARMY HOSPITAL WARD. Let me mention a visit I made to the collection of
barrack-like one-story edifices, called the Campbell Hospital, out on the
flats, a the present end of the horse-railway route, on Seventh street.
There is a long building appropriated to each ward. Let us go into
Ward 6. It contains to-day, I should judge, eighty or a hundred patients,
half sick, half wounded. The edifice is nothing but boards, well
whitewashed inside, and the usual slender-framed iron bedsteads, narrow
and plain. You walk down the central passage, with a row on either
side, their feet toward you, and their heads to the wall. There are
two or three large stoves, and the prevailing white of the walls is relieved
by some ornaments, stars, circles, &c., made of evergreens.
A CONNECTICUT CASE. This young man in bed 25 is H. D. R., of the Twenty-seventh
Connecticut, Company B. His folks live at Northford, near New Haven.
Though not more than twenty-one, or thereabout, he has knocked much around
the world, on sea and land, and has seen some fighting on both. When
I first saw him he was very sick, with no appetite. He declined offers
of money--said he did not need anything. As I was quite anxious to
do something, he confessed that he had a hankering for a good home-made
rice pudding--thought he could relish it better than anything. At
this time his stomach was very weak. The doctor, whom I consulted,
said nourishment would do him more good than anything; but things in the
hospital, though better than anything. At this time his stomach was
very weak. The doctor, whom I consulted, said nourishment would do
him more good than anything; but things in the hospital, though better
than usual, revolted him.
TWO BROOKLYN BOYS. Here in this same ward are two young men from Brooklyn, members of that war-worn regiment, the Fifty-first New York. I had known both the two as young lads at home, so they seem near to me. One of them, J. L., lies there with an amputated arm, the stump healing pretty well. (I saw him lying on the ground at Fredericksburgh last December, all bloody, just after the arm was taken off. He was very phlegmatic about it, munching away at the cracker in the remaining hand--made no fuss.) He will recover, and thinks and talks yet of meeting the Johnny Rebs. ABOUT MULES. One hardly supposed there were so many mules in the
Western world as you see these times about Washington and everywhere in
the military camps, little and large, through Virginia. Saturday
forenoon last on K street, moving up, I saw an immense drove of mules,
I should think towards two thousand, and most of them very fine animals.
Three or four horsemen went just ahead, with peculiar cries that seemed
to have a kind of charm over the creatures, for those along the front part
of the drove followed the shouting horsemen implicitly, and thus the great
mass were drawn resistlessly on. Other horsemen--a score of them--
dashed athwart the sides, whipping in the stragglers; but it was remarkable
to me how such a great mule army in motion kept together with so little
perversity and off-shooting. The charm [missing text] magnetic shouthing
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good headway all the time.
STILL MORE OF THE HOSPITALS. Washington, 1863--Summer.--Great as the Army Hospitals
already are, they are rapidly growing greater and greater. I have
heard that the number of our army sick regularly under treatment now exceeds
three hundred and fifty thousand. They are spread everywhere.
Here and in the cities of the Middle and Northeastern States, they are
collected in establishments already assuming special character, with much
that is novel and national.
LONG ONE-STORY WOODEN BARRACKS. In general terms a hospital in and around Washington
is a cluster of long one-story wooden buildings for the sick wards, and
lots of other edifices and large and small tents. There will be ten
or twelve wards grouped together, named A, B, C, &c., or numerically
1, 2, 3, &c. One of these wards will be a hundred to a hundred
and fifty feet long, twenty-five or thirty feet long, twenty-five or thirty
feet wide, and eighteen or twenty-five or thirty feet wide, and eighteen
or twenty feet high well-windowed, whitewashed inside and out, and kept
very clean. It will contain from sixty to a hundred cots, a row on
each side, and a space down the middle. In summer the cots often
have mosquito-curtains, and look airy and nice. Nearly all the wards
are ornamented with evergreens, cheap pictures, &c.
*(Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871, by J. H. and/C. M. Goodseil, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.)
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