September 18.

I crawled into a room where seven others were lying on some straw. There I found a man with one leg off. He had come down with me in the ambulance the day before. Had a little Irish fellow to tend us. Never shall forget him. He was a good fellow, a fair specimen of Irish Humanity. He would run day and night to help us.

September 19.

Bartlett helped me into the room with Capt. Niles and Lieut. Baldwin. In a few days we had straw beds given us which were some better than lying on the floor.

September 22.

I did not think Capt. Niles was badly wounded until about September 22 the doctor operated on him to find the ball but did not succeed.

September 24.

After that he failed rapidly, told me Wednesday, September 24th that he thought he could not get well.

September 27.

He lingered until Saturday night, September 27th when he died. Sunday morning his brother Issac came after him — did not know the captain was dead till he reached there. He told me my father was coming. Dr. Allen came with him. During the day George Johnson of Randolph came. Lieut. Palmer was now very low and not expected to live.