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Title: A Story of the Red Cross
Glimpses of Field Work
Author: Clara Barton
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A STORY OF THE RED CROSS
[Illustration: CLARA BARTON
From a photograph taken in St. Petersburg in July, 1902, showing the
decorations conferred upon her by the Czar and the Empress Dowager]
A STORY OF THE RED CROSS
GLIMPSES OF FIELD WORK
BY
CLARA BARTON
FOUNDER OF THE AMERICAN NATIONAL RED CROSS AND PRESIDENT, 1881-1904
[Illustration: Logo]
NEW YORK
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
MCMIV
COPYRIGHT, 1904, BY
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
_Published, June, 1904_
PREFACE
Since the foundation of the Red Cross in America, many direful
calamities have afflicted the country. In each of these visitations the
Red Cross has acted in some degree as the Almoner--the distributer and
organizer--of the bountiful measures of relief that have been poured out
by the American people.
Its work has been accomplished quietly and without ostentation. All the
relief has been administered--not as charity--but as God-sent succor to
our brothers and sisters who have been overwhelmed by some mighty
convulsion of the forces of nature.
The wreckage has been cleared away, the stricken people have been
wisely, tenderly, and calmly guided out of panic and despair on to the
road of self-help and cooperative effort to restore their shattered
homes and broken fortunes; and then the Red Cross has retired as quietly
as it came, and few, outside of the people immediately concerned, have
realized the beneficent powers of help and healing that have fallen like
a benediction upon the stricken wherever that sacred symbol of humanity
has made its way.
It is my thought that a brief account of the work of the Red Cross
during the past twenty-five years will be of interest to the American
people. In a volume of this size it must of necessity be but a brief
outline, sufficient, however, to convey a clear impression of what the
Red Cross really means to every individual in this great country of
ours.
To the thousands of American men and women whose generous bounty has
made the work of the Red Cross possible, to the stricken and distressed
who because of it have been helped back to life and hope, and to all the
friends of the great, universal humanity which it typifies, this small
book is lovingly dedicated.
CLARA BARTON.
GLEN ECHO, MARYLAND,
_May 15, 1904._
CONTENTS
I
PAGE
EARLY HISTORY. 1880-1884 1
II
THE TEXAS FAMINE AND THE MOUNT VERNON CYCLONE. 1885-1888 30
III
YELLOW FEVER IN FLORIDA. 1887 38
IV
THE JOHNSTOWN FLOOD. 1889 54
V
THE RUSSIAN FAMINE. 1891 70
VI
THE SEA ISLAND RELIEF. 1893 77
VII
ARMENIAN RELIEF. 1896 94
VIII
CUBA. 1898 115
IX
GALVESTON. 1900 164
A STORY OF THE RED CROSS
I
EARLY HISTORY
1880-1884
"I have lived much that I have not written, but I have written
nothing that I have not lived."
It was a little blue-eyed girl of ten who sat on a low hassock at my
feet, slowly drawing the soft auburn curls between her fingers, when,
suddenly lifting her head and looking me earnestly in the face, she
exclaimed: "What is the Red Cross? Please tell me about it; I can not
understand it."
There was a pleading earnestness in the tone not to be resisted, and
laying down my pen I commenced to explain to her the principles,
history, and uses of the Red Cross. She listened anxiously, the pretty
brow knitted; she seemed more and more perplexed, until, as if a light
had broken over her, she exclaimed, half impatiently:
"Not that--not that, tell me something it _does_--it and you, I can
understand it better then."
A light had broken over me. It was a story the child wanted to
illustrate the principle and bring it home to her. A story she must
have.
In a half hour she felt that she knew it all and was an ardent devotee
even of its principles. But she had given me more than I had given her.
Here was food for thought.
For twenty-five years I had labored to explain the principles and uses
of the Red Cross; had written enough for a modest library of what it was
and what it meant, but, lest I seem egotistical, not a page of what it
did. The child had given me an idea that I would for once put into
practice, and write a few pages of what the Red Cross had done, leaving
principles to present themselves.
I will commence even back of itself.
Forty years ago, before most of you were born, a great war had been
fought in America, in which thousands died from battle and hardship, and
thousands more still left alive were worn out in the untried and
unsystematized efforts at relief that had been made through nearly five
years of continuous war. Of these latter, many were women who dragged
out weary lives in their own homes, some went to hospitals and retreats
for rest and care, and some were sent abroad. One of these latter I knew
personally, for, as Patrick would say, "It was me-self."
To me it seemed a hard sentence that our physicians imposed. I had grown
to love the country we had so toiled for, and did not want to leave it.
Its very woes had made it dear to me. It had quiet once more, and a
peace that was not all a peace. It had its early soldier homes, its
fast-filling cemeteries, and the tender memory of a martyred President
resting over us like a pall. These had come to seem like a heritage to
me, and in my weakness I clung to them. Still, the order was obeyed and
I went.
Then followed travels in strange and foreign lands, other wars, illness
and suffering of my own, until eleven years later I came almost a
stranger again to our Government with another work, which I believed to
be for its good and the good of our people.
This time I brought the idea of the treaty of Geneva, asking our
Government, at the request of other Governments, to examine and to unite
with it, if found desirable. This effort with the Government covers five
years of hard, continuous labor, during which was sought the aid of
friends known in other years. At the end of this time, by advice of our
second martyred President and three members of his historic
cabinet--James G. Blaine, William Windom, and Robert T. Lincoln--a
national society was formed, known as the Association of the American
Red Cross, and, by desire and nomination of President Garfield, I was
made its president, and requested to name my officers.
The association was formed during the winter of 1880-'81, with the view
on the part of President Garfield of facilitating the adoption of the
treaty which he would name in his next message, which message was never
written.
Before the message, he, too, had joined the martyred ranks, and his
gentle successor, Arthur, filled his chair and kept his promise, and
through action of his own executive department the treaty was adopted;
indorsed by action of the Senate; proclaimed by the President to our
people; later ratified by the International Powers in the Congress of
Berne, with the pledge to render relief to unfortunate victims of war,
and the privilege, by my request, of rendering similar relief to the
victims of great national calamities or disasters.
All this had been accomplished by the kindly help of a few personal
friends, tireless and unrewarded, and while the news of the accession of
the Government of the United States, to the treaty of Geneva, lit
bonfires that night (for I cabled it by their request) in the streets of
Switzerland, France, Germany, and Spain, a little four-line paragraph in
the congressional doings of the day in the _Evening Star_, of
Washington, alone announced to the people of America that an
international treaty had been added to their rolls.
No personal distinction had been bestowed, no one honored, no one
politically advanced, no money of the Government expended, and, like
other things of like nature and history, it was left in obscurity to
make its own way and live its own hard life.
Thus the spring of 1882 found us--a few people, tired and weak, with
five years of costly service, a treaty gained, with no fund, no war nor
prospect of any, and no helpful connection with or acknowledgment by the
Government.
Soon the news of "Half the State of Michigan on Fire" called us to
action on our own laws of civil relief. A little draft on the purse of
the new, inexperienced president of the association paved the way for an
agent to go to the field. Others generously joined, all reported to our
friend and advocate, Senator Omar D. Conger, of Michigan. Some supplies
were sent, a society or two formed to provide and forward them. The
agents remained until the suffering was relieved, and thus the first
field relief work of which we have any record in the United States was
commenced.
Meanwhile, I had been asked by the Senate to write the history of the
Red Cross, and show the official action taken by our Government on the
acceptance of the treaty, which history the Senate would have printed at
the Government printing-office. This volume I prepared as requested. A
thousand copies were printed for information to the public, to be
circulated by the society; but with no frank or other means provided,
and with a postage of some ten cents a volume, we were compelled to
limit the circulation to the means.
The following year, 1883, a disastrous rise in the Ohio River called for
our aid. Dr. J. B. Hubbell, who had been our agent the year before, was
called from Michigan University, where he was completing a course, to
examine the needs of the inhabitants and take such relief as we could
provide. There was little loss of life, and the destruction of property
lay largely in the loss of stock, and washing away of the soil,
vegetation, and the means of reproduction.
A remarkable provision for this latter loss was made by the gift of Mr.
Hiram Sibley, the noted seed dealer of Rochester--who had become
associated with the Red Cross, being an old-time friend of the family of
its president--of ten thousand dollars' worth of seed, to replant the
washed-out lands adown the Mississippi. As the waters ran off the mud
immediately baked in the sunshine, making planting impossible after a
few days. Accordingly, Mr. Sibley's gift was sent with all haste to our
agent at Memphis, and in forty-eight hours, by train and boat, it was
distributed in the four States--Tennessee, Arkansas, Louisiana, and
Mississippi--and planted for the crops of the coming season.
Besides this generous gift of material, a little money had been raised
and sent by the three societies of the Red Cross which had been formed,
viz.: Dansville and Syracuse, a few hundreds--something more from the
Red Cross at Rochester--always thoughtful and generous, which served to
help in the distribution of clothing and supplies promiscuously sent.
And at the finish of the work, when every donation had been carefully
acknowledged, one thousand dollars and some cents were left in the
treasury unexpended.
A cyclone occurring within a few months in Louisiana and southern
Alabama, cutting a swath from New Orleans to Mobile, decided us to send
eight hundred dollars of this reserve to the secretary of the Red Cross
Society of New Orleans, which sum was forwarded by our vice-president,
Mr. A. S. Solomons. This left a sum of two hundred dollars and some
cents in the treasury with which to commence another field.
This was the commencement of 1883. In May, at the solicitation of
General Butler, then Governor of Massachusetts, I took the
superintendence of the Massachusetts Woman's State Prison at Sherborn,
at the customary salary of fifteen hundred dollars a year. To this duty
the Legislature added, after my arrival, those of secretary and
treasurer, without increase of salary, discharging the former incumbent,
a man, at three thousand dollars a year. I accepted the new duties,
became my own bondsman for ten thousand dollars, by transfer of that
amount of bonds from my bankers, Brown Brothers, New York, to the
Massachusetts State Treasury at Boston--remaining in charge of the
prison until the close of the year, and the retirement of General Butler
as Governor.
In the short and interrupted existence of our association--scarce two
years--our few official advisers had formed some general regulations,
relating to our course of procedure. Realizing that to be of any real
service as a body of relief for sudden disasters, we must not only be
independent of the slow, ordinary methods of soliciting relief, but in
its means of application as well, it was decided:
_First._ To never solicit relief or ask for contributions.
_Second._ Not to pay salaries to officers--paying out money only to
those whom we must employ for manual labor--and as our officers served
without compensation they should not be taxed for dues.
_Third._ To keep ourselves always in possession of a stated sum of money
to commence a field of disaster--this sum to be independent even of the
closed doors of a bank which might prevent leaving for a field on a
Sunday or holiday.
_Fourth._ To take this sum of our own, going directly to a field with
such help as needed, giving no notice until there, overlooking the
field, and learning the extent of the trouble and conditions of the
people, making immediate and reliable report to the country through the
Associated Press, some of whose officers were our own Red Cross officers
as well. These reports would be truthful, unexaggerated, and
non-sensational statements that could be relied upon.
_Fifth._ That if, under these conditions, the people chose to make use
of us as distributers of the relief which they desired to contribute to
the sufferers, we would do our best to serve them while at the
field--make report directly to each and all contributors, so far as in
our power, and proceed to carry out any directions and apply the relief
at hand, in the wisest manner possible, among a dazed and afflicted
community.
To inaugurate this method, I, as president, placed a sum of three
thousand dollars, free of bank or interest, upon momentary call, at the
service of the association. On more than one occasion it has been taken
on Sunday, when every bank in the country was closed and charitable
bodies were at their prayers. Even the relief of Johnstown was thus
commenced. This provision has never for a day been broken. It is as good
at this moment as it was in 1883, and from the same source. It may not
have been a "business-like" method nor one to be approved by stated
boards of directors nor squared by bank regulations. But the foes we had
to meet were not thus regulated, and had to be met as they came; and so
they always must be if any good is to be accomplished.
Until the Government and society can control the elements, and regulate
a spring freshet, a whirlwind or a cyclone, they will find that red
tape is not strong enough to hold their ravages in check.
It was well that these regulations had been formulated and their
provisions acted upon, as the state of our treasury and the conditions
immediately following will show.
I returned to Washington upon my retirement from the superintendence of
the State Prison at Sherborn, accompanied by Dr. Hubbell, who, having
completed his university course, had come to the Red Cross for permanent
service. Before we had even time to unpack our trunks, the news of the
fearful rise of the Ohio River, of 1884, began to shock the country with
its loss of life and property.
I had never been present at a disaster in civil life. It had never
occurred to me that they recurred so frequently. But if by virtue of my
office as president I was liable to be called every year to preside over
and provide for them, it was essential that I learn my duties
experimentally. I accordingly joined Dr. Hubbell, who had been appointed
general field agent, and proceeded to Pittsburg, the headwaters of the
rise.
Telegraphing from there to our agents of the Associated Press, we
proceeded to Cincinnati, to find the city afloat. Its inhabitants were
being fed from boats, through the second-story windows. These conditions
were telegraphed. Supplies commenced to flow in, not only from our own
societies but from the people of the country. Warehouses were filled, in
spite of all we dispensed--but there were four hundred miles of this
distress--even to Cairo, where the Ohio, sometimes thirty miles in
width, discharged its swollen waters into the Mississippi.
Recognizing this condition lower down the river as the greater need, we
transferred our supplies and distribution to Evansville, Ind. Scarcely
had we reached there when a cyclone struck the river below, and
traveling up its entire length, leveled every standing object upon its
banks, swept the houses along like cockle-shells, uprooted the greatest
trees and whirled them down its mighty current--catching here and there
its human victims, or leaving them with life only, houseless, homeless,
wringing their hands on a frozen, fireless shore--with every coal-pit
filled with water, and death from freezing more imminent than from
hunger.
There were four hundred miles more of this, and no way of reaching them
by land. With all our tons of clothing, these people and their homeless
little children were freezing. There was but one way--the Government
boats had come with rations of food--we too must take to the water.
At eight o'clock in the morning I chartered my first boat, with captain
and crew, at sixty dollars per day, to be at once laden to the water's
edge with coal--our own supplies to be stored on the upper deck--and at
four o'clock in the afternoon, as the murky sun was hiding its clouded
face, the bell of the "John V. Troop," in charge of her owner, announced
the departure of the first Red Cross relief-boat ever seen on American
waters.
I found myself that night with a stanch crew of thirty men and a skilled
captain, and a boat under my command. I had never until then held such a
command. We wove the river diagonally from side to side--from village to
village--where the homeless, shivering people were gathered--called for
the most responsible person--a clergyman if one could be found, threw
off boxes of clothing, and hove off coal for a two weeks' supply, and
steamed away to the opposite side, leaving only gratitude, wonder at who
we were, where we came from, and what that strange flag meant? We
improved every opportunity to replenish our supply of coal, and reached
Cairo in five days.
Waiting only to reload, we returned up the river, resupplied the revived
villages of people, too grateful for words, reaching Evansville at the
end of three weeks, where more supplies than we had taken awaited us.
St. Louis and Chicago had caught the fever of relief, had arranged
societies, and had asked permission to join our aid. Up to this time the
Mississippi had given no indication of trouble, but now its great June
rise commenced.
The Government boats, by another appropriation, were sent to the
Mississippi, and we prepared to supplement them. Discharging our Ohio
River boat we went to St. Louis by rail and chartered the "Mattie Bell."
The Red Cross Societies of St. Louis and Chicago, under their respective
presidents and officers in charge of them and their funds, joined us,
and together we prepared to feed and rescue the perishing stock--as
well as people adown the Mississippi. The animals had never been saved
in an overflow; and besides the cruelty of letting them starve by
thousands, the loss to the people was irreparable, as the following year
must inevitably be replete with idleness and poverty till more stock
could be obtained to work with.
We found as commissary at St. Louis, General Beckwith, the historic
commissary-general of the old civil war, who had personally
superintended the loading of my wagons in Washington, year after year,
for the battle-fields of Virginia. He came on board the "Mattie Bell"
and personally superintended the lading--clothing, corn, oats, salt, and
hay--besides putting upon the Government boats large quantities of
supplies which we could not take on at first, and giving us his
blessing, watched us steam out on our joint mission; they putting off
rations of meat and meal--we supplementing with clothing for the people
and feed for the stock. We purchased all we could at cities as we
passed, picked our course among the broken levees and roaring crevasses,
all the way to New Orleans. The hungry were fed, the naked clothed, and
the stock saved. The negro had his mule, and the planter his horses and
cattle to carry on his work when the flood should disappear. We had
lighter boats, still lighter purses, but lightest of all were the
grateful hearts that a kind Providence and a generous people had given
to us the privilege of serving.
We discharged the "Mattie Bell" at St. Louis, bidding adieu to the
officers of the Red Cross Society, who had rendered most acceptable
service to the cause. They had brought their own funds and material--had
personally administered them from the decks of the "Mattie Bell," made
their own reports, and modestly retired to their home duties, there to
await the next call.
Chicago, which had a new Red Cross Society, formed almost for the
occasion, through its most worthy and notable representative, Rev. E. I.
Galvin, did the same, performing the long journey with us,
superintending the distribution of his own relief and making his own
report with such convincing power, that societies of no less excellence
than the Lend-a-Hand were its outgrowth.
I am thus particular to mention this from the loving gratitude
fervently cherished for strong, tender help in the day of small things.
Their contributions largely served to run our boat and keep our crew,
and with heads, hearts, and hands we struggled as one, to avert the
destruction so rife around us.
From St. Louis we crossed over to Evansville, rechartered the "John V.
Troop," and put on accumulated supplies. The waters of the Ohio had
subsided and the people were returning to the old spots of earth that
once had been their home, but there was neither house to live in nor
tool to work the land with. We reloaded with pine lumber, ready-made
doors, windows, household utensils, stores and groceries, farming
utensils, and with a good force of carpenters proceeded up the Ohio once
more. The sight of the disconsolate, half-clad farmer waiting on the
bank told us where his home had been--and was not.
Three hours' work of our carpenters would put up a one-room house,
meanwhile our efficient men and women helpers, among them the best
ladies of Evansville, would furnish it with beds, bedding, clothing,
provisions for the family, and farming tools ready to go on with the
season's work.
Picture, if possible, this scene. A strange ship with a strange flag
steaming up the river. It halts, turns from its course, and draws up to
the nearest landing. Some persons disembark and speak a few minutes with
the family. Then, a half dozen strong mechanics man a small boat laden
with all material for constructing a one-room house--floor, roof, doors,
windows. The boat returns for furniture. Within three hours the strange
ship sails away, leaving a bewildered family in a new and clean house
with bed, bedding, clothing, table, chairs, dishes, candles, a little
cooking-stove with a blazing fire, all the common quota of cooking
utensils, and meat, meal, and groceries; a plow, rake, axe, hoe, shovel,
spade, hammer, and nails. We ask few questions. They ask none. The
whistle of the "Troop" is as welcome to their ears as the flag to their
eyes.
At one of these wrecked villages the entire little hamlet of people
stood on our decks. Only four, they said, were left at home, and these
were sick. They had selected their lawyer to speak their thanks. No
words will ever do justice to the volume of native eloquence which
seemed to roll unbidden from his lips. He finished with these sentences:
"At noon on that day we were in the blackness of despair--the whole
village in the power of the demon of waters--hemmed in by sleet and ice,
without fire enough to cook its little food. When the bell struck nine
that night, there were seventy-five families on their knees before their
blazing grates, thanking God for fire and light, and praying blessings
on the phantom ship with the unknown device that had come as silently as
the snow, they knew not whence, and gone, they knew not whither."
When we finished the voyage of relief, we had covered the Ohio River
from Cincinnati to Cairo and back twice, and the Mississippi from St.
Louis to New Orleans, and return--four months on the rivers--traveled
over eight thousand miles, distributed in relief of money and estimated
material, one hundred and seventy-five thousand dollars--gathered as we
used it.
We left at one point on the Ohio River a well-lettered cross-board,
"Little Six Red Cross Landing"--probably there to this day. The story of
The Little Six might be given in their own little letter:
WATERFORD, PA., _March_ 24, 1884.
DEAR MISS BARTON:
We read your nice letter in the Dispatch and we would like very much to
see that house called "The Little Six," and we little six are so glad
that we helped six other little children, and we thank you for going to
so much trouble in putting our money just where we would have put it
ourselves. Some time again when you want money to help you in your good
work call on "The Little Six."
JOE FARRAR, twelve years old.
FLORENCE HOWE, eleven years old.
MARY BARTON, eleven years old.
REED WHITE, eleven years old.
BERTIE AINSWORTH, ten years old.
LOYD BARTON, seven years old.
These children had given a public entertainment for the benefit of the
flood sufferers. They themselves suggested it, planned and carried it
out, and raised fifty-one dollars and twenty-five cents, which they
sent to the editor of the Eric Dispatch, asking him to send it "where it
would do the most good." The Dispatch forwarded it to the president of
the Red Cross, with an account of the entertainment given by "The Little
Six."
The entire matter was too beautiful and withal unique, to meet only a
common fate in its results. I could not, for a moment, think to mingle
the gift of the little dramatists with the common fund for general
distribution, and sought through all these weeks for a fitting
disposition to make of it, where it would all go in some special manner
to relieve some special necessity. I wanted it to benefit some children
who had "wept on the banks" of the river, which in its madness had
devoured their home.
As we neared that picturesque spot on the Illinois side of the Ohio,
known as "Cave-in Rock," we were hailed by a woman and her young
daughter. The boat "rounded to" and made the landing and they came on
board--a tall, thin, worn woman in tattered clothes, with a good but
inexpressibly sad face, who wished to tell us that a package which we
had left for her at the town on our way down had never reached her. She
was a widow--Mrs. Plew--whose husband, a good river pilot, had died from
overwork on a hard trip to New Orleans in the floods of the Mississippi
two years before, leaving her with six children dependent upon her, the
eldest a lad in his "teens," the youngest a little baby girl. They owned
their home, just on the brink of the river, a little "farm" of two or
three acres, two horses, three cows, thirty hogs, and a half hundred
fowls, and in spite of the bereavement, they had gone on bravely,
winning the esteem and commendation of all who knew them for thrift and
honest endeavor. Last year the floods came heavily upon them, driving
them from their home, and the two horses were lost. Next the cholera
came among the hogs and all but three died. Still they worked on; and
held the home. This spring came the third flood. The water climbed up
the bank, crept in at the door, and filled the lower story of the house.
They had nowhere to remove their household goods, and stored them in the
garret carefully packed, and went out to find a shelter in an old log
house near by, used for a corn-crib. Day by day they watched the house,
hailed passing boats for news of the rise and fall of the water above,
always trusting the house would stand--"and it would," the mother said,
"for it was a good, strong house, but for the storm." The winds came,
and the terrible gale that swept the valley like a tornado, with the
water at its height, leveling whole towns, descended and beat upon that
house, and it fell. In the morning there was no house there, and the
waves in their fury rushed madly on. Then these little children "stood
and wept on the banks of the river," and the desolation and fear in the
careful mother's heart, none but herself and her God can know.
They lived on in the corn-crib, and it was from it they came to hail us
as we passed to-day. Something had been told us of them on our downward
trip, and a package had been left them at "Cave-in Rock," which they had
not received. We went over shoe-tops in mud to their rude home, to find
it one room of logs, an old stone chimney, with a cheerful fire of
drift-wood and a _clean_ hearth, two wrecks of beds, a table, and two
chairs which some kind neighbor had loaned. The Government boats had
left them rations. There was an air of thrift, even in their desolation,
a plank walk was laid about the door, the floor was cleanly swept, and
the twenty-five surviving hens, for an equal number were lost in the
storm, clucked and craiked comfortably about the door, and there were
two-and-a-half dozen fresh eggs to sell us at a higher rate than paid in
town. We stood, as we had done so many scores of times during the last
few weeks, and looked this pitiful scene in the face. There were
misfortune, poverty, sorrow, want, loneliness, dread of the future, but
fortitude, courage, integrity, and honest thrift.
"Would she like to return to the childhood home in Indiana?" we asked
the mother, for we would help them go.
"No," she said tenderly. "My husband lived and died here. He is buried
here, and I would not like to go away and leave him alone. It won't be
very long, and it is a comfort to the children to be able to visit his
grave. No, I reckon we will stay here, and out of the wreck of the old
house which sticks up out of the mud, we will put up another little
hut, higher up on the bank out of the way of the floods, and if it is
only a hut, it will be a home for us and we will get into it, and make
our crop this year."
There were no dry eyes, but very still hearts, while we listened to this
sorrowful but brave little speech, made with a voice full of tears.
Our thoughtful field agent, Dr. Hubbell, was the first to speak.
"Here are six children," he said with an inquiring glance at me.
No response was needed. The thing was done. We told the mother the story
of "The Little Six" of Waterford, and asked her if that money with
enough more to make up one hundred dollars would help her to get up her
house? It was _her_ turn to be speechless. At length with a struggling,
choking voice she managed to say--"God knows how much it would be to me.
Yes, with my good boys I can do it, and do it well."
We put in her hands a check for this sum, and directed from the boat
clean boxes of clothing and bedding, to help restore the household, when
the house should have been completed.
Before we left her, we asked if she would name her house when it should
be done? She thought a second, and caught the idea.
"Yes," she replied quickly, with a really winsome smile on that worn and
weary face, "yes, I shall name it 'The Little Six.'"
We came to Pittsburg, discharged our empty boat, bade a heart-breaking
good-by to our veteran volunteers from Evansville, who had shared our
toil and pain and who would return on the boat, we taking train once
more for Washington. We had been four months on the rivers, among fogs,
rain, damp, and malaria--run all manner of risks and dangers, but had
lost no life nor property, sunk no boat, and only that I was by this
time too weak to walk without help--all were well.
Through the thoughtfulness of our new societies--St. Louis and
Chicago--we had been able to meet our share of the expenses, and to keep
good the little personal provision we started with, and were thus ready
to commence another field when it should come.
On arriving home I found that I was notified by the International
Committee of Geneva, that the Fourth International Conference would be
held in that city in September, and I was requested to inform the
United States Government, and ask it to send delegates. With the aid of
a borrowed arm, I made my way up the steps of the Department of State
(that was before the luxury of elevators) and made my errand known to
Secretary Frelinghuysen, who had heard of it and was ready with his
reply:
"Yes, Miss Barton, we will make the needful appointment of delegates to
the International Conference, and I appoint you as our delegate."
"No, Mr. Frelinghuysen," I said, "I can not go. I have just returned
from field work. I am tired and ill. Furthermore, I have not had time to
make a report of our work."
"There is no one else who sufficiently understands the Red Cross, and
the provisions of the treaty, that our Government can send, and we can
not afford to make a mistake in the matter of delegates to this first
conference in which our Government shall participate," answered the
Secretary. "As to the report, have you not acknowledged the
contributions to all those who have sent?"
"Oh, yes; every dollar and every box of goods where the donor was
known," I replied.
"Has any one complained?" he asked.
"No; not a single person so far as is known. We have had only thanks."
"Then to whom would you report?"
"To you, Mr. Secretary, or to such person or in such manner as you shall
designate."
"I don't want any report; no report is necessary," answered the
Secretary. "Our Government relief-boats have reported you officially,
and all the country knows what you have done and is more than satisfied.
Regarding your illness--you have had too much fresh water, Miss Barton,
I recommend salt--and shall appoint you."
This was done, and the appropriation for expenses was made, and at my
request Judge Joseph Sheldon, and by invitation Mr. A. S. Solomon, our
vice-president, were also appointed to accompany me. The appropriation
sufficed for all.
The conference was held at Geneva, September 17, 1884, and thus was had
the first official representation of the United States Government at an
International Conference of the Treaty of Geneva. There have since been
five. I have attended all but one.
II
THE TEXAS FAMINE AND THE MT. VERNON CYCLONE
Before the close of the following year, 1885, came what was known as the
"Texas Famine." Thousands of miles of wild land, forming the Pan Handle,
had been suddenly opened by the building of a Southern Railroad. In the
speculative anxiety of the Road to people its newly acquired territory,
unwarranted inducements of climatic advantages had been unscrupulously
held out to the poor farmers of Mississippi, Alabama, and Georgia.
Lured by the pictures presented them, some thousands of families had
been induced to leave their old, worn-out farms, and with the little
they could carry or drive, reach the new Eldorado, to find a new farm
that needed only the planting to make them rich, prosperous, and happy,
without labor. They planted. The first year brought some returns--the
second was a drought with no returns--the third the same. Hunger for
themselves and starvation for their stock stared them in the face. They
could not pick up and go back--the rivers were dry from the Rio Grande
to the Brazos--the earth was iron, and the heavens brass; cattle
wandered at will for water and feed, and their bones whitened the
plains.
These were poor little peoples. They tried to make the great State know
of their distress, but the rich railroad proprietors held the _press_,
and no one knew their condition or could get correct information. At
length a faithful clergyman came to Washington, to President Cleveland,
and the Red Cross.
We consulted with the President, who gave encouragement for us to go to
Texas and learn the facts.
In mid-winter, 1886, accompanied by Dr. Hubbell, the journey was
undertaken. We proceeded to Albany, Texas, made headquarters--traveled
over the stricken counties, found wretchedness, hunger, thirst, cold,
heart-breaking discouragement. The third year of drought was upon them,
and the good people of that great State, misled by its press, its press
in turn misled by the speculators, innocently discredited every report
of distress, and amused themselves by little sly innuendoes and witty
jokes on the "Texas Famine."
The condition was pitiful. To them it was hopeless. And yet not a dollar
or a pound was needed outside of Texas. They only required to know the
truth. This then was our task. We ceased to journey over arid fields of
suffering, and turned our steps resolutely to the editorial rooms of the
Dallas and Galveston News, at Dallas. Both editors were present; both
sat half-breathless while the flood of information rolled over them in
no uncertain terms.
I shall never forget the tears in the mild blue eyes of General Belo, as
he learned what he had done, and was still doing. Twelve hours brought
another issue of the two papers. A column of editorial told the true
situation. A modest contribution of the Red Cross headed a subscription
list, General Belo following with his, and almost immediately the
legislature made an appropriation of one hundred thousand dollars for
food and supplies.
The tender-hearted and conscience-smitten people sent their donations.
Our task was done. We had seen and conquered.
In the midst of a cold rain in February we reached Washington. A concise
and full report was made to President Cleveland, saying in conclusion:
"I thank you with all my heart, Mr. President, for the encouragement at
the commencement, and for the privilege of writing you. We have done
this little bit of work faithfully and hope it may meet your approval."
President Cleveland's letter of thanks still bears testimony of his care
for the people of the country, and his faith in its institutions.
Not a dollar of outside help passed through our hands, but the little
permanent provision was equal to the occasion and we had still a half
left of our three thousand dollars. That was our first acquaintance with
Texas. Galveston followed many years later with the same firm accord and
good results. The bonds of affection had grown deep and strong between
the great thousand-mile State and the little Red Cross that loved to
serve her.
In the following year, 1887, we were notified by the International
Committee of Geneva of the conference to be held at Carlsruhe, by
invitation of the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess of Baden. We were
directed to inform the Department of State of this fact. We did so, and
an appropriation was made by Congress to defray the expenses of three
delegates.
It may be well to explain that in these appointments the Government does
not place the appropriation in the hands of the appointees, but simply
becomes a guaranty. The appointee provides his own funds. If, after
return, vouchers can be shown that the sum guaranteed has been spent
according to regulations, he is reimbursed in due course.
Here was at least a contrast from a rough Mississippi River boat and the
crude homes of an unsettled Western State, to the royal carriage waiting
to convey one to the apartments reserved in a palace, the elegance and
culture of a court, the precision of a congress of representatives of
the nations of the world. The questions of humanity discussed by them,
the meeting of friends of other days, the regal bearing of the royal
host and hostess, the last parting from the dear old Emperor of
ninety-two, and his tenderly spoken, "It is the last time, good-by"; the
loving and last farewell of the beloved Empress Augusta, the patron
saint of the Red Cross; Bismarck and Moltke, in review, each with his
Red Cross insignia; the cordial hand grasp and the farewell never
repeated--and all of this attention to and interest in a subject that
the country I had gone to represent scarcely realized had an existence
beyond the receiving of some second-hand clothing, misfit shoes, and a
little money sent by some one to some place, where something bad had
happened.
No one dreamed that it meant anything more, or that it needed anything
after this, and nothing more was done.
It is only now, after almost two decades and within the last three
months, that we commence to awaken and wonder, with a mingled national
and personal sense of indignation, why our American Red Cross is not as
rich and great as in other nations?
In February, 1888, occurred the Mt. Vernon, Ill., cyclone, cutting a
broad swath through one-half of the beautiful county-seat, tearing down
all heavy buildings, picking up the lighter ones and sweeping them
along like cardboard.
In three minutes the work of destruction was over. Ten minutes later the
sun shone out brightly over the ruins of the town, the wails of the
maimed and dying, and the lifeless bodies of the dead.
Fires broke out on every hand, and the victims pinned down under the
wreckage were subjects for the flames. Appeals for assistance went out,
but by unfortunate press representation failed to arouse the public,
till after several days, when we were reached, through their
representative in Congress, begging that in mercy we go to them. We
arrived in the night, found homes destroyed, hospitals full, scant
medical care, few nurses, food scarce and no money, a relief committee
of excellent men, but little to distribute.
At daylight we looked over the situation and sent this simple message to
the Associated Press:
"The pitiless snow is falling on the heads of three thousand people, who
are without homes, without food or clothing, and without money.
"AMERICAN NATIONAL RED CROSS,
"Clara Barton, President."
This was all. We assisted their relief committee to arrange for the
receipt and distribution of funds, sent for experienced helpers to take
charge of supplies, to distribute clothing, and aid the hospital
service. We remained two weeks, and left them with more supplies than
they knew how to distribute, and the Citizens' Committee, with
accumulating cash in its treasury of ninety thousand dollars, full of
hope, life, and a gratitude they could not speak.
As in the Texas famine, we paid our own expenses and no dollar but our
own had passed our hands. We were only glad to do this, in the hope that
we were building up an institution of self-help of the people, that
would one day win its way to their favor and aid.
III
YELLOW FEVER IN FLORIDA
During the same year the yellow fever broke out in Jacksonville, Fla.,
and was declared epidemic in September.
An arrangement had been made between the National Association and the
Auxiliary Society of the Red Cross of New Orleans, which society
embraced the famous old "Howard Association," that, in case of an
outbreak of yellow fever, they would send their immune nurses from the
South, and we of the North would supply the money to support and pay
them.
This arrangement was carried out so far as could be, under the very
natural differences of a medical department of active, professional men,
taking up the treatment of an epidemic of which they knew very little
experimentally, but filled with the enthusiasm of science and hope, and
the unprofessional, fearless, easy-going gait of the old Southern
nurses, white and black, whose whole lives had been spent in just that
work.
The Red Cross sent no Northern nurses. But eighteen or twenty "Howard
nurses," mainly colored, went out from New Orleans under charge of Col.
Fred. F. Southmayd, their leader of twenty years in epidemics. A part of
his nurses were stationed at Macclenny, and a part went on to
Jacksonville. Under medical direction of their noted "yellow fever
doctor"--a tall Norwegian--Dr. Gill, they did their faithful work and
won their meed of grateful praise.
Our place was in Washington, to receive, deal carefully with, and hold
back the tide of offered service from the hundreds of enthusiastic,
excited untrained volunteers, rushing on to danger and death. Their
fearless ignorance was a pitiful lesson. In all the hundreds there was
scarcely one who had ever seen a case of yellow fever, but all were sure
they were proof against it. Only three passed us, and two of these had
the fever in Jacksonville.
When the scourge was ended we met our nurses personally at Camp Perry,
paid and sent them back to New Orleans. All that are living are at our
service still, faithful and true.
During the fourth week in November a dispatch to national headquarters
announced that the last band of Red Cross nurses, known as the
"Macclenny Nurses," had finished their work at Enterprise, and would
come into Camp Perry to wait their ten days' quarantine and go home to
New Orleans for Thanksgiving.
That would mean that seventy-nine days ago their little company of
eighteen, mainly women, steaming on to Jacksonville, under guidance of
their old-time trusted leader, Southmayd, of New Orleans, listened to
his announcement that the town of Macclenny, thirty-eight miles from
Jacksonville, Fla., and through which they would soon pass, was in a
fearful state of distress; a comparatively new town, of a few thousand,
largely Northern and Western people, suddenly-stricken down in scores;
poor, helpless, physicians all ill, and no nurses; quarantined on all
sides, no food, medicine, nor comforts for sick or well.
"Nurses, shall I leave a part of you there; the train can not stop in,
nor near the town, but if I can manage to get it slowed up somewhere,
will you jump?"
"We will do anything you say, colonel; we are here in God's name and
service to help His people; for Him, for you, and for the Red Cross, we
will do our best and our all."
"Conductor, you had a hot box a few miles back; don't you think it
should be looked to after passing Macclenny?"
"I will slow up and have it seen to, colonel, although it may cost me my
official head." And it did.
One mile beyond town, the rain pouring in torrents, the ground soaked,
slippery, and caving, out into pitchy darkness, leaped three men and
seven women from a puffing, unsteady train, no physician with them, and
no instructions save the charge of their leader as the last leap was
made, and the train pushed on: "Nurses, you know what to do; go and do
your best, and God help you." Hand to hand, that none go astray in the
darkness, they hobbled back over a mile of slippery cross-ties to the
stricken town. Shelter was found, the wet clothes dried, and at midnight
the sick had been parceled out, each nurse had his or her quota of
patients, and were in for the issue, be it life or death. Those past
all help must be seen through, and lost, all that could be must be
saved. The next day a dispatch from Southmayd went back to New Orleans
for Dr. Gill to come and take charge of the sick and the nurses at
Macclenny. It was done, and under his wise direction they found again a
leader. Their labors and successes are matters for later and more
extended record.
It is to be borne in mind that these nurses found no general table, no
table at all but such as they could provide, find the food for, and cook
for themselves, for the sick, the children, and the old and helpless who
had escaped the fever and must be cared for. No patient could be left
till the crisis was passed, and many are their records of seventy-two
hours without change or sleep or scarcely sitting down. As the disease
gradually succumbed to their watchful care, experience, and skill, they
reached out to other freshly attacked towns and hamlets. Sanderson and
Glen St. Mary's became their charge, and return their blessings for
lives preserved.
On November 1st it was thought they could safely leave and go into camp
for quarantine; but no regular train would be permitted to take them.
The Red Cross secured and paid a special train for them, and, as if in
bold relief against the manner of their entry seven weeks before, the
entire town, saving its invalids, was assembled at the station at seven
o'clock in the morning to bid them good-by and God speed.
But their fame had gone before them, and "Enterprise," a hundred miles
below, just stricken down among its flowers and fruits, reached out its
hands for aid, and with one accord, after two days in camp, all turned
back from the coveted home and needed rest and added another month of
toil to their already weary record. At length this was ended, and word
came again to us that they would go into quarantine. Their unselfish,
faithful, and successful record demanded something more than the mere
sending of money. It deserved the thanks of the Red Cross organization
in the best and highest manner in which they could be bestowed; it was
decided that its President, in person, should most fittingly do this,
and I accordingly left Washington on the morning of November 22d in
company with Dr. Hubbell, field agent, for Camp Perry, the quarantine
station of Florida. Two days and one night by rail, a few miles across
country by wagon, where trains were forbidden to stop, and another mile
or so over the trestles of St. Mary's on a dirt car with the workmen,
brought us into camp as the evening fires were lighted and the bugle
sounded supper. The genial surgeon in charge, Dr. Hutton, who carried a
knapsack and musket in an Illinois regiment in '62, met us cordially and
extended every possible hospitality. Soon there filed past us to supper
the tall doctor and his little flock; some light and fair-skinned, with
the easy step of a well-bred lady, others dark and bony-handed, but the
strong, kind faces below the turbans told at a glance that you could
trust your life there and find it again. They were not disturbed that
night, and no certain information of our arrival got among them. It was
cold and windy, and the evening short, as nine o'clock brought taps and
lights out. In spite of all caution the news of our coming had spread
over the surrounding country, and telegrams bringing both thanks for
what had been received and the needs for more, came from all sides, and
the good Mayor of Macclenny made his troubled way to reach and greet us
in person, and take again the faithful hands that had served and saved
his people.
Surgeon Hutton's headquarter tent was politely tendered for the first
meeting, and as one could never, while memory lasts, forget this scene,
so no words can ever adequately describe it. The ample tent was filled.
Here on the right the Mayor, broad shouldered, kind faced and efficient,
officers of camp, and many visitors, wondering what it all meant; in the
center the tall doctor and his faithful band--Eliza Lanier, Lena Seymour
(mother and daughter), Elizabeth Eastman, Harriet Schmidt, Lizzie Louis,
Rebecca Vidal, Annie Evans, Arthur Duteil, Frederick Wilson, and Edward
Holyland.
I give these names because they are worthy a place in the history of any
epidemic; but no country, race, nor creed could claim them as a body:
four Americans, one German, one French, one Irish, three Africans, part
Protestant, and part Catholic, but all from New Orleans, of grand old
_Howard_ stock, from Memphis down, nursing in every epidemic from the
bayous of the Mississippi to Tampa Bay; and hereafter we will know them
as the "_Old Guard_."
Here, in the winds of approaching winter they stand in the light garb of
early September in New Orleans, thin, worn, longing for home, but
patient, grateful, and glad, some trifling "nubia" or turban about the
head, but only one distinguishing feature in common. A pitiful little
misshapen Red Cross, made by their own hands, of two bits of scarlet
ribbon, soiled, fringed, and tattered, pinned closely upon the left
breast of each, strove in mute appeal to say who they were, and what
they served. A friendly recognition and some words of thanks from their
President, opened the way for those anxious to follow. The rich, warm
eloquence of Mayor Watkins plainly told from how near his heart the
stream of gratitude was flowing, and his manly voice trembled as he
reverted to the condition of his stricken people, on that pitiless
night, when this little band of pilgrim strangers strayed back to them
in the rain and darkness. "I fear they often worked in hunger," he said,
"for then, as now, we had little for ourselves, our sick, or our well;
but they brought us to our feet, and the blessing of every man, woman,
and child in Macclenny is on them."
It was with a kind of paternal pride that Dr. Gill advanced and placed
before us his matchless record of cases attended, and life preserved.
"This is the record of our work," he said. "I am proud of it, and glad
that I have been able to make it, but without the best efforts of these
faithful nurses I could not have done it; they have stood firm through
everything; not a word of complaint from, nor of, one of them, in all
these trying months, and I thank you, our President, for this
opportunity to testify to their merits in your presence." The full cups
overflowed, and as we took each brown calloused hand in ours, and felt
the warm tears dropping over them, we realized how far from calloused
were the hearts behind them. The silence that followed was a season of
prayer.
Then came opportunity for some conversation, questions, and
explanations. "We wish to introduce to our President our chief nurse,
whom Colonel Southmayd placed in charge of us when we left the car, and
directed us to obey him; he is younger than any of us, Ed. Holyland." A
slight young man with clear, olive complexion, and dark-browed earnest
eyes that looked you straight in the face, came forward; his apparent
youthfulness gave rise to the first remark:
"How old are you, Mr. Holyland?"
"Twenty-nine, madam."
"And you have taken charge of these nurses?"
"I have done what I could for their comfort; I think that was what the
colonel desired; he knew they would need only care and advice, they
would do their best of themselves. During the few days that Colonel
Southmayd remained in Jacksonville," he continued, "he was able to send
us some such comforts as we needed for the sick, and some nourishing
food for ourselves; but this was only a few days, you know, and after
that we got on as well as we could without. I know that after he left
the nurses gave to the sick, the children, the old and the helpless,
what they needed for their own strength."
"But you did not tell us this, Mr. Holyland."
"No, we were dazed and frightened by the things we heard. We felt that
your organization was having enough to bear. We knew we must look to
you for our pay, and we thought, under the circumstances, that would be
your share. But permit me, please, to call your attention to Mr. Wilson
(a stout colored man advanced), who took charge of a little hospital of
six cases, and carried them all through, day and night, without an
hour's relief from any person, and never lost a single case."
"And permit me," chimed in the clear-toned Irish voice of Lizzie Louis,
"to tell of Mr. Holyland himself, who found a neglected Italian family a
mile or more outside of the town. He went and nursed them alone, and
when the young son, a lad of thirteen or fourteen years, died, knowing
there was no one to bury him there, he wrapped him in a blanket and
brought him into town on his back, for burial."
Holyland's face grew sad, and his eyes modestly sought the floor, as he
listened to this unexpected revelation.
"I wish to speak of something else," added one of the men, "which we
were held back from doing, and for which we are now very glad. We should
not have thought of it ourselves. It is customary," he continued, "when
a patient dies in an epidemic, to give the nurse ten dollars for
preparing the body for burial; this was done in our first case, but Mr.
Holyland had the gift promptly returned with thanks, and the explanation
that we were employed by an organization which fully rewarded its
nurses, and was too high and too correct to accept tribute for
misfortune; it was enough that the patient was lost."
By this time poor black Annie Evans, the "Mammy" of the group, could
hold quiet no longer, and broke silence with, "Missus President! whar is
de colonel? Colonel Southmayd; dey tells me all de time he's gone away
from New Orleans, and I can't b'l'eve 'em. He can't go away; he can't
lib anywhar else, he was always dar. I'se nursed in yellow fever and
cholera more'n twenty-five year, and I neber went for nobody but him; it
arn't no New Orleans for us widout him dar. I doesn't know de name of
dat place dey say he's gone to, and I doesn't want to; he'll be in New
Orleans when we gets dar."
There were pitying glances among the group, at this little burst of
feeling, for in some way it was an echo of their own; and Lena Seymour
added tenderly: "We have been trying for these two months to convince
Mammy about this, but she is firm in her faith and sometimes refuses to
hear us." But the subject changed with "How many cases did you lose in
this epidemic, Mammy?"
"I didn't lose no cases! Lor' bless you, honey, I doesn't lose cases if
dey hasn't been killed afore dey gets to me; folks needn't die of yellow
fever."
We didn't suppose that "Mammy" intended any reflection upon the medical
fraternity.
"But now, friends, we must turn to our settlement, which can not be
difficult. Three dollars a day for each nurse, for seventy-nine days,
till you are home on Thanksgiving morning. But here are only ten. There
are eighteen on our list who left with you and Colonel Southmayd; where
are your comrades?" Some eyes flashed and some moistened, as they
answered, "We do not know." "They remained in the car that night, and
went on to Jacksonville." Swift, dark glances swept from one to another
among them. Instinctively they drew closer to each other, and over
knitted brows and firmly set teeth, a silence fell dark and ominous
like a pall, which the future alone can lift.
The bugle sounded dinner, and this ended our little camp-meeting, than
which few camp-meetings, we believe, ever came nearer to the heart of
Him who offered His life a ransom, and went about doing good.
The winds blew cold across the camp; the fires shot out long angry
tongues of flame and drifts of smoke to every passer-by. The norther was
upon us. Night came down, and all were glad of shelter and sleep. The
morning, quiet, crisp, and white with frost, revealed the blessing which
had fallen upon a stricken land.
Thanksgiving was there before its time. The hard rules relaxed. One day
more, and the quarantine was at an end. The north-bound train halted
below the camp, and all together, President and agent, tall doctor and
happy nurses, took places on it, the first for headquarters at
Washington, the last for New Orleans, and home for Thanksgiving morning,
full of the joys of a duty well done, rich in well-paid labor, in the
love of those they had befriended, and the approval of a whole people,
South and North, when once their work should be known to them.
To the last, they clung to their little home-made Red Crosses as if they
had been gold and diamonds; and when at length the tracks diverged and
the parting must be made, it was with few words, low and softly spoken,
but meaning much, with a finger touch upon the little cross, "When you
want us, we are there."
The supplies forwarded by us were estimated at ten thousand dollars. The
money received was $6,281.58. Out of this sum we paid our twenty nurses
three dollars a day, for seventy-nine days--their cost of living, and
their transportation when needed. We paid our doctor in charge twenty
dollars a day, the customary price, for the same period. We paid our
office rent, assistants, telegraphing, drayage for supplies sent on by
us (railroad transportation free), and all incidentals for a relief work
of over three months' duration. This ran our debit column over on the
other side over one thousand dollars. Our little part of the relief of
that misfortune was estimated at fifteen thousand dollars, and only
those relieved were more grateful than we.
IV
THE JOHNSTOWN FLOOD
On Sunday afternoon, May 31, 1889, with the waters of the Potomac two
feet deep on Pennsylvania Avenue, a half dozen of us left Washington for
Johnstown, over washed-out ties and broken tracks, with every little
gully swollen to a raging torrent. After forty-eight hours of this, we
reached the scene, which no one need or could describe, but if ever a
people needed help it was these.
Scarcely a house standing that was safe to enter, the wrecks piled in
rubbish thirty feet in height, four thousand dead in the river beds,
twenty thousand foodless but for Pittsburg bread rations, and a cold
rain which continued unbroken by sunshine for forty days.
It was at the moment of supreme affliction when we arrived at Johnstown.
The waters had subsided, and those of the inhabitants who had escaped
the fate of their fellows were gazing over the scene of destruction and
trying to arouse themselves from the lethargy that had taken hold of
them when they were stunned by the realization of all the woe that had
been visited upon them. How nobly they responded to the call of duty!
How much of the heroic there is in our people when it is needed! No idle
murmurings of fate, but true to the god-like instincts of manhood and
fraternal love, they quickly banded together to do the best that the
wisest among them could suggest.
For five weary months it was our portion to live amid the scenes of
destruction, desolation, poverty, want and woe; sometimes in tents,
sometimes without; and so much rain and mud, and such a lack of the
commonest comforts for a time, until we could build houses to shelter
ourselves and those around us. Without a safe and with a dry-goods box
for a desk, we conducted financial affairs in money and material to the
extent of nearly half a million dollars.
I shall never lose the memory of my first walk on the first day--the
wading in mud, the climbing over broken engines, cars, heaps of iron
rollers, broken timbers, wrecks of houses; bent railway tracks tangled
with piles of iron wire; bands of workmen, squads of military, and
getting around the bodies of dead animals, and often people being borne
away; the smouldering fires and drizzling rain--all for the purpose of
officially announcing to the commanding general (for the place was under
martial law) that the Red Cross had arrived in the field. I could not
have puzzled General Hastings more if I had addressed him in Chinese;
and if ours had been truly an Oriental mission, the gallant soldier
could not have been more courteous and kind. He immediately set about
devising means for making as comfortable as possible a "poor, lone
woman," helpless, of course, upon such a field. It was with considerable
difficulty that I could convince him that the Red Cross had a way of
taking care of itself at least, and was not likely to suffer from
neglect.
Not a business house or bank left, the safes all in the bottom of the
river; our little pocketbook was useless, there was nothing to buy, and
it would not bring back the dead. With the shelter of the tents of the
Philadelphia Red Cross, that joined us en route with supplies, when we
could find a cleared place to spread, or soil to hold them, with a
dry-goods box for a desk, our stenographer commenced to rescue the first
dispatches of any description that entered that desolate city. The
disturbed rivers lapped wearily back and forth, the people, dazed and
dumb, dug in the muddy banks for their dead. Hastings with his little
army of militia kept order.
Soon supplies commenced to pour in from everywhere, to be received,
sheltered as best they could be from the incessant rain, and distributed
by human hands, for it was three weeks before even a cart could pass the
streets.
But I am not here to describe Johnstown--the noble help that came to it,
nor the still more noble people that received it--but simply to say that
the little untried and unskilled Red Cross played its minor tune of a
single fife among the grand chorus of relief of the whole country, that
rose like an anthem, till over four millions in money, contributed to
its main body of relief, with the faithful Kreamer at its head, had
modestly taken the place of the twelve millions destroyed. But after all
it was largely the supplies that saved the people at first, as it always
is, and the distribution of which largely consumed the money that was
contributed later.
From one mammoth tent which served as a warehouse, food and clothing
were given out to the waiting people through the hands of such volunteer
agents, both women and men, as I scarcely dare hope to ever see gathered
together in one work again. The great cry which had gone out had aroused
the entire country, and our old-time helpers, full of rich experience
and still richer love for the work, faithful to the cross of humanity as
the devotee to the cross of the Master, came up from every point--the
floods, the cyclones, the battle-fields--and kneeling before the shrine,
pledged heart and service anew to the work. Fair hands laying aside
their diamonds, and business men their cares, left homes of elegance and
luxury to open rough boxes and barrels, handle second-hand clothing, eat
coarse food at rough-board tables, sleep on cots under a dripping canvas
tent, all for the love of humanity symbolized in the little flag that
floated above them.
Clergymen left their pulpits and laymen their charge to tramp over the
hillsides from house to house, to find who needed and suffered, and to
carry to them from our tents on their shoulders, like beasts of burden,
the huge bundles of relief, where no beast of burden could reach.
We had been early requested by official resolution of the Finance
Committee of the City of Johnstown to aid them in the erection of
houses. We accepted the invitation, and at the same time proposed to aid
in furnishing the nucleus of a household for the home which should in
any way be made up. This aid seemed imperative, as nothing was left for
them to commence living with, neither beds, chairs, tables, nor cooking
utensils of any kind; and there were few if any stores open, and no
furniture in town.
Of this labor we had our share. Six buildings of one hundred feet by
fifty, later known as "Red Cross Hotels," were quickly put up to shelter
the people, furnished, supplied, and kept like hotels, free of all cost
to them, while others were built by the general committee. Three
thousand of the latter were erected, and the Red Cross furnished every
one with substantial, newly purchased furniture, ready for occupancy.
The books of the "Titusville Manufacturing Company" will show one cash
order of ten thousand dollars for furniture. The three thousand houses
thus furnished each accommodated two families.
A ponderous book of nearly two feet square shows the name, sex, and
number of persons of each family, and a list of every article received
by them. To-day one looks in wonder at such a display of clerical labor
and accuracy, under even favorable conditions.
This was only accomplished by the hard, unpaid labor of every officer,
and the large amount of volunteer friendly aid that came to us.
The great manufacturers of the country, and the heavy contributing
agents, on learning our intentions, sent, without a hint from us, many
of their articles, as, for instance, New Bedford, Mass., sent mattresses
and bedding; Sheboygan, Wis., sent furniture and enameled ironware;
Titusville, Pa., with a population of ten thousand, sent ten thousand
dollars' worth of its well-made bedsteads, springs, extension-tables,
chairs, stands and rockers; and the well-known New York newspaper, The
Mail and Express, sent a large lot of mattresses, feather pillows,
bedclothing, sheets, and pillow-slips by the thousand and cooking
utensils by the ten thousands. Six large teams were in constant service
delivering these goods.
When the contributions slackened or ceased, and more material was
needed, we purchased of the same firms which had contributed, keeping
our stock good until all applications were filled. The record on our
books showed that over twenty-five thousand persons had been directly
served by us. They had received our help independently and without
begging. No child has learned to beg at the doors of the Red Cross.
It is to be borne in mind that the fury of the deluge had swept almost
entirely the homes of the wealthy, the elegant, the cultured leaders of
society, and the fathers of the town. This class who were spared were
more painfully homeless than the indigent poor, who could still huddle
in together. They could not go away, for the suffering and demoralized
town needed their care and oversight more than ever before. There was no
home for them, nowhere to get a meal of food or to sleep. Still they
must work on, and the stranger coming to town on business must go
unfed, with no shelter at night, if he would sleep, or, indeed, escape
being picked up by the military guard.
To meet these necessities, and being apprehensive that some good lives
might go out under the existing luck of accommodations, it was decided
to erect a building similar to our warehouse. The use of the former site
of the Episcopal Church was generously tendered us by the Bishop early
in June, for any purpose we might desire. This house, which was soon
erected, was known as the "Locust Street Red Cross Hotel"; it stood some
fifty rods from our warehouse, and was fifty by one hundred and sixteen
feet in dimensions, two stories in height, with lantern roof, built of
hemlock, single siding, papered inside with heavy building paper, and
heated by natural gas, as all our buildings were. It consisted of
thirty-four rooms, besides kitchen, laundry, bath-rooms with hot and
cold water, and one main dining-hall and sitting-room through the
center, sixteen feet in width by one hundred in length.
It was fully furnished with excellent beds, bedding, bureaus, tables,
chairs, and all needful housekeeping furniture. A competent landlady,
who, like the rest, had a few weeks before floated down over the same
ground on the roof of her house in thirty feet of water, was placed in
charge, with instructions to keep a good house, make what she could rent
free, but charging no Johnstown person over twenty-five cents for a meal
of food.
This was the first attempt at social life after that terrible
separation, and its success was something that I am very proud of. The
house was full of townspeople from the first day, and strangers no
longer looked in vain for accommodations.
The conception of the need of this house, and the method of selecting
its inmates, and the manner of inducting them into their new home, were
somewhat unique and may be of interest to the reader. I had noticed
among the brave and true men, who were working in the mud and rain, many
refined-looking gentlemen, who were, before this great misfortune
carried away most of their belongings, the wealthiest and most
influential citizens. Never having had to struggle amid such hardships
and deprivations, their sufferings were more acute than those of the
poorer and more hardy people; and it did not require any great
foresight to know that they were physically incapable of such labor if
prolonged, nor to predict their early sickness and death if they were
not properly housed and fed. As the salvation of the town depended in a
great measure upon the efforts of these men, it was vitally necessary
that their lives should be preserved. Realizing all this, it occurred to
us that the most important thing to do, next to feeding the hungry, was
to provide proper shelter for these delicate men and their families. The
idea once conceived was soon communicated to my staff, and, after due
consideration, it was put in the way of realization.
On the afternoon of July 27th hundreds of citizens called on us, and
congratulations and good wishes were the order of the day. As the
members of each family whom we had selected to occupy apartments in the
house arrived, they were quietly taken aside and requested to remain and
have dinner with us. After all the guests were departed except those who
had been requested to remain, dinner was announced, and the party was
seated by the members of the Red Cross. Beside the plate of each head
of a family were laid the keys to an apartment, with a card inviting the
family to take possession at once, and remain as long as they chose.
I can not describe the scene that followed; there were tears and broken
voices; suffice to say, the members of that household were made happy
and comfortable for many long months; and I venture to assert that those
now living recall those days with the fondest recollections.
The contributions to the general committee had been so liberal that it
was possible to erect and provide for the great burial-place of its
dead--"Grand View," that overlooks the city. It was also suggested that
a benevolent society, as a permanent institution, be formed by the
united action of the general committee and the Red Cross. This was
successfully accomplished by the generous provision of eight thousand
dollars from the committee on its part and the turning over of our
well-made and supplied hospital buildings, and the funds we had left
placed in charge of a faithful custodian under our pay for the following
six months.
This is the present "Union Benevolent Society" of Johnstown to-day.
I remained five months with these people without once visiting my own
home, only returning to it when the frost had killed the green I had
left in May.
In that time, it was estimated, we had housed, handled, and distributed
$211,000 worth of supplies--new and old--for, by request of the weary
chairman of the general committee, at the last, we took up the close of
its distribution. It is our joy and pride to recall how closely we
worked in connection with that honored committee from first to last, and
how strong and unsullied that friendship has remained.
The value of money that passed through our hands was $39,000, as stated
in the official report of the general committee, to which all required
returns were made, recorded, and published by the committee.
Our usual quota of assistants was fifty persons, the higher grade of men
and women assistants largely volunteers. Two railroads brought our
supplies. To handle these the strongest men were required, and seven
two-horse teams ran daily for three and a half months in the
distribution, at customary rates of pay. These were the workingmen of
the town who had suffered with the rest.
It was a joy that in all the uncertainties of that uncertain field not a
single complaint ever reached us of the non-acknowledgment of a dollar
entrusted to us.
The paths of charity are over roadways of ashes; and he who would tread
them must be prepared to meet opposition, misconstruction, jealousy, and
calumny. Let his work be that of angels--still it will not satisfy all.
In the light of recent events, I may perhaps be pardoned for quoting a
few lines from the official report of the Johnstown Flood Finance
Committee appointed by Governor Beaver, as showing how these gentlemen,
the foremost men in the community, regarded our efforts to give them a
helping hand:
"In this matter of sheltering the people, as in others of like
importance, Miss Clara Barton, President of the Red Cross Association,
was most helpful. At a time when there was a doubt if the Flood
Commission could furnish houses of suitable character and with the
requisite promptness, she offered to assume charge, and she erected with
the funds of the Association three large apartment houses, which
afforded comfortable lodgings for many houseless people. She was among
the first to arrive on the scene of calamity, bringing with her Dr.
Hubbell, the Field Officer of the Red Cross Association, and a staff of
skilled assistants. She made her own organization for relief work in
every form, disposing of the large resources under her control with such
wisdom and tenderness that the charity of the Red Cross had no sting,
and its recipients are not Miss Barton's dependents, but her friends.
She was also the last of the ministering spirits to leave the scene of
her labors, and she left her apartment houses for use during the winter,
and turned over her warehouse with its store of furniture, bedding, and
clothing, and a well-equipped infirmary, to the Union Benevolent
Association of the Conemaugh Valley, the organization of which she
advised and helped to form; and its lady visitors have so well performed
their work that the dreaded winter has no terrors, mendicancy has been
repressed, and not a single case of unrelieved suffering is known to
have occurred in all the flooded district."
Enterprising, industrious, and hopeful, the new Johnstown,
phoenix-like, rose from its ruins more beautiful than the old, with a
ceaseless throb of grateful memory for every kind act rendered, and
every thought of sympathy given her in her great hour of desolation and
woe. God bless her, and God bless all who helped save her!
V
THE RUSSIAN FAMINE
As early as 1889, the foreign journals began to tell us of the
apprehension caused by an unusual failure of the crops in Central
Russia, extending from Moscow north and south, and east beyond the Ural
Mountains and into Siberia--embracing an era of a million square miles.
This failure was followed by another in 1890.
Eighteen hundred and ninety-one found the old-time granaries empty, and
a total failure of the crops, and a population of thirty-five millions
of people, paralyzed with the dread of approaching famine.
The American Red Cross had placed itself in communication with the
Secretary of State, Hon. James G. Blaine, whose name and memory it
treasures with reverence, and Mr. Alexander Gregor, the accomplished
Russian _Chargé d'Affaires_ at Washington, and ascertained that Russia
would gladly receive donations of relief from America. She would even
send her ships for any food that might be offered. This, America would
not permit and Congress was appealed to for ocean transportation. The
Senate voted a liberal appropriation, which was defeated in the House.
Then the Red Cross, with the aid of the citizens of Washington, took up
the matter. They were joined by the Order of Elks, which contributed a
sum of seven hundred dollars, than which perhaps that liberal Order
never made a more timely gift. Funds were raised to charter a steamship
for the Red Cross. The spirit spread generally over the country.
Philadelphia sent a messenger to learn what Washington was doing, and
was advised to charter one of its own ships, which was done, and two
consignments were finally made by them.
Minnesota had already acted, and later, by the advice and aid of the
extra provision of the Red Cross, the Christian Herald sent out its ship
cargo, under convoy of Rev. Dr. Talmage.
But the State of Iowa led all others in active generosity.
Under the supervision of Mr. B. F. Tillinghast, of Davenport, aided by
the able pen of Miss Alice French, that State alone raised, and sent in
trains across the country from Iowa to New York, one hundred and
seventeen thousand bushels of corn and one hundred thousand pounds of
flour, which was loaded onto the "Tynehead," a staunch British ship, and
consigned to the port of Riga.
That year we had been notified of an International Conference to be held
in Rome. The customary appropriation was made by Congress, and again I
was appointed delegate. Too much occupied by the relief at home, Dr.
Hubbell, also a delegate, went in my place to Rome, and from there
reached Riga in time to receive and direct the distribution of the
immense cargo of grain throughout Russia.
When Dr. Hubbell reached Riga he learned that two hundred and forty
peasants had been waiting on the dock two days, watching and waiting for
the ship from America. Not waiting for food, for Riga was not in a
famine province, but waiting that they might not miss the opportunity
and the honor of unloading the American ship that had brought food to
their unfortunate brothers in the interior. As soon as they could get
into the hold of the ship, one hundred and forty of them began the
unloading. They worked night and day, without rest, determined to unload
the entire cargo themselves, without help. But on the third night our
Consul, Mr. Bornholdt, insisted on their having a relief of twelve
hours, and when the twelve hours were up they were all in their places
again, and remained until the cargo was out, declining to take any pay
for their labor. Twelve women worked along with them in the same spirit,
in the ship and on the dock, with needles, sewing up the rents in the
bags, to prevent waste in handling, and cooking meals for the men.
The Mayor of St. Petersburg, in an address on behalf of that city to
American donors, declared:
"The Russian people know how to be grateful. If up to this day these two
great countries, Russia and the United States, have not only never
quarreled, but on the contrary wished each other prosperity and strength
always, these feelings of sympathy can grow only stronger in the future,
both countries being conscious that in the season of trial for either it
will find in the other cordial succor and support. And can true
friendship be tested if not in the hour of misfortune?"
A peasant of Samara sent to a Russian editor, together with three
colored eggs, a letter which he asked to have forwarded to America. The
following is an extract from the letter:
"Christ is risen! To the merciful benefactors, the protectors of the
poor, the feeders of the starving, the guardians of the orphans--Christ
is risen.
"North Americans! May the Lord grant you a peaceful and long life and
prosperity to your land, and may your fields be filled with abundant
harvest--Christ is risen. Your mercifulness gives us a helping hand.
Through your charity you have satisfied the starving. And for your
magnificent alms accept from me this humble gift, which I send to the
entire American people for your great beneficence, from all the hearts
of the poor filled with feelings of joy."
In the gratitude manifested by the Russian Government and people we were
glad to feel that a slight return had been made to Russia for past
favors in our own peril, and a friendship never broken.
The Department of State at Washington, under date of January 11, 1894,
forwarded the following:
"I have to inform you that on November 7, 1893, the American Minister at
St. Petersburg received from the nobility of that city, through their
Marshal, Count Alexis Bobrinskoy, an address to the people of the United
States. This address, which is in the English language, embodies in
terms fitly chosen the thanks of the Russian people to the American for
the aid sent to their country from our own during the famine period of
the past two years. It is beautifully engrossed and its illumination
embraces water-color drawings which render it a most attractive work of
art.
"The document, which is superbly bound and enclosed in a fine case, was
duly forwarded to this city by the American Minister at St. Petersburg,
and will be given a conspicuous place in the library of this
department."
In so general an uprising of relief no great sum in contributions could
be expected from any one source. The Red Cross felt that, if no more, it
was glad to be able to pay, by the generous help of the city of
Washington, the charter of a ship that conveyed its
corn--$12,500--besides several thousands distributed in Russia through
Tolstoi and American agents there.
We paid the cost of loading, superintended by Mr. Tillinghast in person,
whose financial record shows the exact cost of transportation. All this
was done in connection with the State of Iowa. Our home record showed,
when all was finished, a field closed with a small balance in our favor,
which we had no active call for. By the advice of one of the best
personal advisers, bankers, and friends that the Red Cross has ever had,
this small sum was placed in bank, in readiness for the next call.
VI
THE SEA ISLAND RELIEF
This little timely provision, advisedly made, was none too much or none
too soon.
On the 28th of August, 1893, a hurricane and tidal wave from the
direction of the West Indies swept the coast of South Carolina, covering
its entire range of Port Royal Islands, sixteen feet below the sea.
These islands had thirty-five thousand inhabitants, mainly negroes. At
first, it was thought that all must have perished. Later, it was found
that only some four or five thousand had been drowned, and that thirty
thousand remained with no earthly possession of home, clothing, or food.
The few boats not swept away took them over to the mainland in
thousands, and calls went out for help. In this emergency Governor
Tillman called for the services of the Red Cross, and my note-book has
this passage:
"The next night, in a dark, cheerless September mist, I closed my door
behind me for ten months, and with three assistants went to the station
to meet Senator Butler."
At Columbia we were joined by Governor Tillman, and thus reinforced
proceeded to Beaufort. After due examination the work which had been
officially placed with us by the Governor was accepted October 1st, and
carried on until the following July.
The submerged lands were drained, three hundred miles of ditches made, a
million feet of lumber purchased and houses built, fields and gardens
planted with the best seed in the United States, and the work all done
by the people themselves. The thousands of boxes of clothing received
were distributed among them, and we left them in July, 1894, supplies of
vegetables for the city of Beaufort.
Free transportation for supplies continued till about March. No
provisions in kind were sent from any source after the first four weeks
of public excitement. After this all foodstuffs were purchased in
Charleston and distributed as rations. Men were compelled to work on the
building of their own homes in order to receive rations.
We found them an industrious, grateful class of people, far above the
ordinary grade usually met. They largely owned their little homes, and
appreciated instruction in the way of improving them. The tender memory
of the childlike confidence and obedience of this ebony-faced population
is something that time cannot efface from either us or them.
On the third day after our arrival at Beaufort four middle-aged colored
men came to the door of the room we had appropriated as an office, and
respectfully asked to see "Miss Clare." They were admitted, and I waited
to learn what request they would probably make of me. At length the
tallest and evidently the leader, said:
"Miss Clare, we knows you doesn't remember us. But we never fo'gits you.
We has all of us got somethin' to show you."
Slipping up a soiled, ragged shirtsleeve, he showed me an ugly scar
above the elbow, reaching to the shoulder. "Wagner?" I asked.
"Yes, Miss Clare, and you drissed it for me that night, when I crawled
down the beach--'cause my leg was broke too," he replied. "And we was
all of us there, and you took care of us all and drissed our wounz. I
was with Colonel Shaw, and crawled out of the fote. The oth's nevah got
in. But we all got to you, Miss Clare. And now you's got to us. We's
talked about you a heap o' times, but we nevah 'spected to see you. We's
nevah fo'git it, Miss Clare."
One by one they showed their scars. There was very little clothing to
hide them--bullet wound and sabre stroke. The memory, dark and sad,
stood out before us all. It was a moment not to be forgotten.
Our purchases consisted of meat, mainly dry sides of pork, and grits, or
hominy, for eating. For planting, beside the seed contributed and the
nine hundred bushels of Irish potatoes, were eighteen hundred bushels of
Northern Flint seed corn.
The contributions of food and clothing had been sent to Beaufort, and
were in the warehouses of the perplexed committee of its leading
citizens. This had naturally drawn all the inhabitants of the scores of
desolated islands for fifty miles to Beaufort, until, it is safe to say,
that fifteen to twenty thousand refugees had gathered there, living in
its streets and waiting to be fed from day to day.
As the food was there they could not be induced to return to the
islands. Indeed, there was more often nothing on the islands to return
to. The description given by the heads of families and owners, for they
had largely owned their homes, gotten on the old-time plantations "'fo
de wah," was this: If all had been swept out to sea and nothing
remained, it was described as, "done gone." But if thrown down and parts
of the wreck still remained, it was described as "ractified."
A few of the churches, being larger and more strongly built, still
remained standing. During the first ten days of our stay it would have
been impossible to drive through the principal streets of Beaufort. They
were a solid moving mass, crowding as near to the storehouses as
possible to get, in spite of the policeman, who kindly held them back.
We sat daily in counsel with the local committee, until seeing that only
systematic measures and a decided change could relieve the conditions
and render the city safe. We then, on the first of October, decided to
accede to the request of the Governor made at first, and take sole
charge of the relief.
Our first order was to close every storehouse, both of food and
clothing, and inform the people that all distributions would hereafter
be made from the islands. It is impossible to convey to the mind of the
reader the difficulty of getting into a few intelligent sentences the
idea of the means adopted to produce these changes and inaugurate a
system that was to restore to active habits of life a body of utterly
homeless, demoralized, and ignorant people, equal in numbers to a small
new State.
If these little covers would admit the scores of pages of admirably
written reports of the officers and helpers on that field, every line
replete with interest, that lie here at my hand, it would be an easy and
a welcome task to reproduce them entire, and no more than deserved for
their faithful and gratuitous labor.
Dr. Egan's report has this passage:
"October 2d came my marching orders. Take charge of the warehouse and
stores, make an inventory of them, disperse these men, and rid the city
of the demoralizing influence of idle people. The doors are closed and
the inventory begun."
The local committee had kindly pointed out the most suitable man to take
charge of each community, and to him would be consigned the rations to
be distributed to each family and person within his charge, for which
receipt and distribution he became as responsible as a merchant.
The goods and rations were at once shipped across the bay to them, or
taken on their own boats, if so fortunate as to have one left from the
storm. It is needless to say that the multitude followed the food.
In three days there were not people enough left in Beaufort, besides its
own, to be hired for a "job of work." Then followed the necessity for
material to rebuild the "done gone," and to repair the "ractified"
homes.
A million feet of pine lumber was purchased of a leading lumber dealer,
shipped down the Combahee River, and delivered at the landings on the
islands most convenient of access to the points needed. Each man
received his lumber by order and receipt, and was under obligation to
build his own house. The work was all performed by themselves. A garden
was insisted upon. At first this proposition was resisted as
impracticable.
"No use, Mistah--no use--'cause de pig eat it all up."
It was suggested that a fence might be made enclosing at least a quarter
of an acre about the house to keep "de pig" out, as we should later
send, for planting, the best seed to be obtained in the country.
To this moment our thanks go out to the Agricultural Department at
Washington, and the great seed houses of all the North, for the generous
donations that served to bring once more into self-sustaining relations
this destitute and well-disposed people.
The fact that the building of the fence, and its subsequent keeping in
strict repair, had some bearing on the weekly issuance of rations, was
evidently not without its influence. There were no poor fences and "de
pig" did no damage. But there were such gardens, and of such varieties,
as those islands had never before seen.
The earliest crop to strive for, beside the gardens, was the Irish
potato, which they had never raised. Nine hundred bushels were purchased
from Savannah for planting in February. The difficulty of distributing
the potatoes lay in the fact that they would be more likely to find
their way into the dinner pot than into the ground. To avoid this the
court-yard inside our headquarters was appropriated for the purpose of
preparing the potatoes for planting.
Some forty women were hired to come over from the islands and cut
potatoes for seed--every "eye" of the potato making a sprout--these
distributed to them by the peck, like other seed.
I recall a fine, bright morning in May, when I was told that a woman who
had come over from St. Helena in the night, waited at the door to see
me. I went to the door to find a tall, bright-looking woman in a clean
dress, with a basket on her head, which, after salutation, she lowered
and held out to me. There was something over a peck of Early Rose
potatoes in the basket--in size from a pigeon's to a pullet's egg. The
grateful woman could wait no longer for the potatoes to grow larger,
but had dug these, and had come ten miles over the sea, in the night, to
bring them to me as a first offering of food of her own raising.
If the tears fell on the little gift as I looked and remembered, no one
will wonder or criticise. The potatoes were cooked for breakfast, and
"Susie Jane" was invited to partake.
The shores of the mainland had not been exempt from the ravages of the
storm and in many instances had suffered like the islands. Some thirty
miles above Beaufort was a kind of plantation, with a community of sixty
or seventy families of colored people. The property was owned by two
elderly white ladies who had not returned since driven away by the
storm.
This village was reported to us as in need and demoralized, with no
head, scant of food, and its "ractified" houses scarcely affording a
shelter.
A representative mulatto man came to tell us. An inspection was made and
resulted in this man being put in charge to build up the community.
Lumber and food were provided and the people set to work under his
charge. From time to time word came to us, and after some months the
tall representative came again. He had been asked by the people to come
and bring their thanks to the Red Cross for "de home, de gard'n, de pig,
and de chick'n dey all has now."
The thanks they had emphasized and proved by the heavy basket that
Jackson had carefully brought all the forty miles. It contained
seventy-one fresh eggs--the gift of seventy-one families--being a
contribution of one egg from each family, from the day or two previous
to his leaving on his mission.
Domestic gardens were a new feature among these islanders, whose whole
attention had been always given to the raising of the renowned "Sea
Island Cotton," the pride of the market, and a just distinction to
themselves and the worthy planter. The result of this innovation was
that, when we left in July, it was nearly as difficult for a pedestrian
to make his way on the narrow sidewalks of Beaufort because of piled-up
vegetables for sale from the islands, as it had been in October to pass
through the streets because of hungry, idle men and women.
Nothing better illustrates the native good heart of these people than
their kindly interest in and for each other. Often the young men,
without families, would club together and put up a house for some lone
old "auntie," who had neither family nor home, and occasionally there
seemed to develop among them an active philanthropist. Of this type was
Jack Owens, who rebuilt his own "done gone" premises. One day as the
field agent was driving out on some inspection he met Jack walking into
town.
His decrepit neighbor's house had burned a few weeks before, and Jack
had gotten lumber and rebuilt the house himself. In describing the utter
devastation, Jack explained that "all de house and de well was
burned"--and he had built another house and was coming in on foot "for
funituh to funish it." Jack had lost his ox, "a big ox," he said, in the
storm, and now he "hadn't any nuther" to plow his ground. He pleaded for
another--if it was only "a lil' critter it would grow big"--and it would
help him so much.
The appeal was not to be resisted. Dr. Hubbell treasures to this day the
satisfaction he felt in procuring something better than the "lil'
critter" as reward and encouragement for Jack's active philanthropy.
If any practical woman reading this should try to comprehend what it
would be to undertake to clothe and keep clothed thirty thousand human
beings for a year, and to do this from the charitable gifts of the
people, which gifts had all done more or less service before--often
pretty thoroughly "ractified"--this woman will not wonder that sewing
societies suggested themselves to us at headquarters.
The women were called together and this suggestion made to them, with
the result that an old time "sewing circle" was instituted in every
community. Its membership, officers, dues, and regulations were properly
established--one-half day in each week devoted by each member to the
work in its sewing-rooms, with a woman in charge to prepare it. The
clothing was given out to them as received by us. Many a basket came
proudly back to show us the difference between "den an' now"--good,
strong, firmly mended garments. Ragged coats and pants disappeared from
among the men, as no longer "'spectable fo' de fambly."
Provision was also made that the little girls from ten years old should
attend and be taught to sew. Many a little dress was selected at
headquarters for them to make over or repair.
I wish I could do fitting justice to the band of women volunteers who
stood by me through those long months. Some had commenced with me when
society belles, years before, now mistresses of their own palatial
homes; some had come from under the old historic elms of Boston, and
some from the hard-fought fields of Britain's Africa, and wearing the
Victoria Cross. To them, white and black were the same, and no toil too
hard or too menial.
The money contributed and received for the entire relief of ten months
was thirty thousand five hundred, and a few additional dollars and cents
which I do not at this moment recall. It aggregated one dollar apiece
for the entire maintenance of thirty thousand persons for ten months.
It is the general custom in this part of the country for the merchants
to furnish supplies to their patrons, and wait until the gathering of
the crops for their pay. But when we left these people at the beginning
of their harvest, not one family in twenty-five had contracted a debt
for supplies: an experience before unknown in their history.
A report was made and passed into the hands of our legal counsellor,
who, on seeing that no change could be truthfully made in it, advised
that it be not published, as no one would believe it possible to be
done, and we would get only distrust and discredit. Having now come to a
pass where distrust and discredit are no longer to be feared by the Red
Cross, we ourselves are free to make the statement. But back of the hard
facts there is compensation.
A half dozen years later, when our negro protégés of the Sea Islands
heard of the disaster that had fallen upon Galveston, they at once
gathered for aid and sent in their contributions.
"'Cause dey suffers like we did, and de Red Cross is dar," they said.
Of course I would not permit one dollar of this holy gift to Galveston
to go to other than the hands, hard, bony, and black--such as had raised
it in their penury. I also wanted it to do more. Searching for the most
reliable colored people in the city I found in the superintendent of the
colored schools a man who had occupied that place for many years, and
who had the respect and confidence of the people of Galveston. I asked
him to consult his foremost women teachers, and if it pleased them, to
form a society and fit themselves to receive a little money.
In about a week he appeared with his deputation. I informed them that I
had a little money from their own people of the Sea Islands for them;
that they had been chosen to receive it, because as teachers of the
children they would have access to the needs and conditions of the
families. I told them that I had desired to do more than merely make a
gift for distribution. I wished to plant a tree. I could have given them
their peach, which they would eat, enjoy, and throw the pit away. But I
wished them to plant the pit, and let it raise other fruit for them, and
for that reason I had asked the formation of this society.
They all sat quiet a few moments, the tears were on their faces. At
length their president, the school superintendent, spoke for them:
"Miss Barton," he said, "we all appreciate this, and in the name of all
I promise you that the pit shall be reverently planted, and I trust the
time will come when I can tell you that our tree is not only bearing
fruit for ourselves, but for all suffering brethren, as theirs have done
for us."
I then handed them the check for $397. The moment seemed sacred when
these poor dark figures, struggling toward the light, walked out of my
presence. The pit has been successfully planted in Galveston, and we are
from time to time informed of its bearing.
VII
ARMENIAN RELIEF
1896
Leaving the Port Royal field past midsummer of 1894, after an absence of
nearly a year--at a day's notice--the remainder of the autumn and winter
was scarcely less occupied in the details which had been unavoidably
overlooked. Before spring our correspondence commenced to enlarge with
rumors of Armenian massacres, and so excited and rapid was the increase
that, so far as actual labor, consultation, and thought were concerned,
we might as well have been on a field of relief.
Unfortunately, the suspicions of the Turkish Government had fallen upon
the resident missionaries, both English and American, as favoring the
views and efforts of its anarchistic population, or the "young Turks,"
as they were designated. This had the effect of placing the missionaries
in danger, confining them strictly to their own quarters, preventing
all communication and the receiving of any funds sent them from abroad.
England had a large waiting fund which it could not distribute, and
appealed to the American Missionary Boards of Boston and New York, to
find them equally powerless. The need of funds among the missionaries
throughout Turkey was getting painfully urgent, and as a last resort it
was suggested from Constantinople that the Red Cross be asked to open
the way.
A written request from the Rev. Judson Smith, D.D., of Boston, was
nearly identical with one received by us from Mr. Spencer Trask, of New
York, who with others was about to form a national Armenian relief
committee, to be established in that city.
Following these communications, both of these eminent gentlemen, Mr.
Smith and Mr. Trask, came in person to urge our compliance with their
request that the Red Cross accept the charge and personally undertake
the doubtful and dangerous task of distributing the waiting funds among
the missionaries in Turkey.
As Mr. Trask was to take the lead in the formation of a committee for
the raising of funds, his interest was naturally paramount, and his
arguments in favor of our acceptance were wellnigh irresistible.
Immediate action on the part of some one was imperative. Human beings
were starving, and could not be reached. Thousands of towns and villages
had not been heard from since the massacres, and only the Red Cross
could have any hope of reaching them. No one else was prepared for field
work; it had its force of trained field workers. Turkey was one of the
signatory powers to the Red Cross Treaty. Thus it was hoped and believed
that she would the more readily accept its presence.
These are mere examples of the reasons urged by the ardent advocates of
the proposed committee, until at length we came to consider its
acceptance, on conditions which must be clearly understood. First, we
must not be expected to take any part in, or to be made use of, in the
raising of funds--one of our fundamental rules being never to ask for
funds--we did not do it for ourselves.
Second, there must be perfect unanimity between themselves. We must be
assured that every one wanted us to go. Our part would be hard enough
then; and finally we must be sure they had some funds to distribute.
Of the amount of these funds no mention was made by us, and I remember a
feeling of good-natured amusement as I heard the officers of this
untried effort at raising funds speak of "millions." It was easy to
discern that they were more accustomed to the figures of a banking
establishment than a charity organization dependent on the raising of
funds. They were likely to be disappointed. In reality, the amount, so
there were something to go with, made very little difference to us, as
we were merely to place what was entrusted to us where most needed, and
when that was done we had but to return. We never named any amount as
preferable to us.
The means resorted to in raising the funds were unfortunate. In the
great public meetings called for that purpose the utmost indiscretion
prevailed in regard to language applied to Turkey and the Turkish
Government. This aroused the indignation of the Turkish officials, who
very reasonably took measures to have our entrance into Turkey
forbidden.
A date of sailing, however, had been given Mr. Trask, and his committee,
feeling that any change would be detrimental to their efforts, no change
was made, and we sailed on time, to find in England no permission, and
further efforts necessary. With time and patience the troublesome
effects of these mistakes were overcome, and Constantinople was reached,
and a heavenly welcome by the harassed missionaries awaited us.
The first step was to procure an introduction to the Turkish Government,
which had in one sense refused to see me. Accompanied by the American
Minister, Hon. A. W. Terrell, and his premier interpreter, Gargiulo, one
of the most experienced diplomatic officers in Constantinople, I called
by appointment upon Tewfik Pasha, the Turkish Minister of Foreign
Affairs, or Minister of State. To those conversant with the personages
connected with Turkish affairs, I need not say that Tewfik Pasha is
probably the foremost man of the government--a manly man, with a kind,
fine face, and genial, polished manners. Educated abroad, with advanced
views on general subjects, he impresses one as a man who would sanction
no wrong it was in his power to avert.
Mr. Terrell's introduction was most appropriate and well expressed,
bearing with strong emphasis upon the suffering condition of the people
of the interior, in consequence of the massacres, the great sympathy of
the people of America, and giving assurance that our objects were purely
humanitarian, having neither political, racial, nor religious
significance.
The Pasha listened most attentively to Mr. Terrell, thanked him, and
said that this was well understood, that they knew the Red Cross and its
president. Turning to me he repeated: "We know you, Miss Barton; have
long known you and your work. We would like to hear your plans for
relief and what you desire."
I proceeded to state our plans for relief, which, if not carried out at
this time, the suffering in Armenia, unless we had been misinformed,
would shock the entire civilized world. None of us knew from personal
observation, as yet, the full need of assistance, but had reason to
believe it very great. If my agents were permitted to go, such need as
they found they would be prompt to relieve. On the other hand, if they
did not find the need existing there, none would leave the field so
gladly as they. There would be no respecting of persons--humanity alone
would be their guide. "We have," I added, "brought only ourselves; no
correspondent has accompanied us, and we shall have none, and shall not
go home to write a book on Turkey. We are not here for that. Nothing
shall be done in any concealed manner. All dispatches which we send will
go openly through your own telegraph, and I should be glad if all that
we shall write could be seen by your government. I can not, of course,
say what its character will be, but can vouch for its truth, fairness,
and integrity, and for the conduct of every leading man who shall be
sent. I shall never counsel or permit a sly or underhand action with
your government, and you will pardon me, Pasha, if I say I shall expect
the same treatment in return--such as I give I shall expect to receive."
Almost without a breath he replied: "And you shall have it. We honor
your position and your wishes shall be respected. Such aid and
protection as we are able, we shall render."
I then asked if it were necessary for me to see other officials. "No,"
he replied, "I speak for my government," and with cordial good wishes
our interview closed.
I never spoke personally with this gentleman again, all further business
being officially transacted through the officers of our legation. Yet I
can truly say, as I have said of my first meeting with our matchless
band of missionary workers, that here commenced an acquaintance which
proved invaluable, and here were given pledges of mutual faith, of which
not a word was ever broken on either side.
The Turkish Government, when once it came to understand American methods
and enthusiasm was forgiving and kind to us. No obstruction was ever
placed in our way. Our five expeditions passed through Armenian Turkey
from sea to sea, distributing whatever was needed, repairing the
destroyed machines, enabling the people to make tools to harvest their
grain, thus averting a famine; providing medical help and food as well
for thousands of sick; setting free the frightened inhabitants, and
returning them to the villages from which they had fled for their lives;
restoring all missionary freedom that had been interrupted; establishing
a more kindly feeling toward them on the part of the government; and
through all this, we had never one unpleasant transaction with any
person of whatever name or race.
While our expeditions were getting ready to go out by the Black Sea, a
request was brought to me by Dr. Washburn, of Robert College, from Sir
Philip Currie, the British Ambassador at Constantinople, asking if I
could not be "persuaded" to turn my expedition through the
Mediterranean, rather than the Black Sea, in order to reach Mirash and
Zeitoun, where the foreign consuls were at the moment convened. They had
gotten word to him that ten thousand people in those two cities were
down with four distinct epidemics--typhoid and typhus fevers, dysentery
and smallpox--that the victims were dying in overwhelming numbers, and
that there was not a physician among them, all being either sick or
dead, with no medicine and little food.
This was not a case for "persuasion," but of heartfelt thanks from us
all, that Sir Philip had remembered to call us, whom he had never met.
But here was a hindrance. The only means of conveyance from
Constantinople to Alexandretta were coasting boats, belonging to
different nationalities, which left only once in two weeks, and
irregularly at that. Transport for our goods was secured on the first
boat to leave, the goods taken to the wharf at Galata, and at the latest
moment, in order to give time, a request was made to the government for
_teskeres_, or traveling permits, for Dr. J. B. Hubbell and assistants.
To our surprise they were granted instantly, but by some delay on the
part of the messenger sent for them they reached a moment too late. The
boat left a little more promptly, taking with it our relief goods, and
leaving the men on the dock to receive their permits only when the boat
was beyond recall. It was really the fault of no one.
With the least possible delay Dr. Hubbell secured passage by the first
boat at Smyrna, and a fortunate chance boat from there took him to
Alexandretta, via Beyrout and Tripoli, Syria. The goods arrived in
safety, and two other of our assistants, whom we had called by cable
from America--Edward M. Wistar and Charles King Wood--were also passed
over to the same point with more goods. There, caravans were fitted out
to leave over the--to them--unknown track to Aintab, as a first base.
From this point the reports of these three gentlemen made to me will be
living witnesses. They tell their own modest tales of exposure, severe
travel, hard work, and hardship, of which no word of complaint has ever
passed their lips. There have been only gratitude and joy, that they
could do something in a cause at once so great and so terrible.
While this was in progress, a dispatch came to me at Constantinople from
Dr. Shepard of Aintab, whose tireless hands had done the work of a score
of men, saying that fevers, both typhoid and typhus, of the most
virulent nature, had broken out in Arabkir, two or three days north of
Harpoot; could I send doctors and help? Passing the word on to Dr.
Hubbell at Harpoot, prompt and courageous action was taken by him. It is
something to say that from a rising pestilence with a score of deaths
daily, in five weeks, himself and his assistants left the city in a
normally healthful condition, the mortality ceasing at once under their
care and treatment.
During this time the medical relief for the cities of Zeitoun and Marash
was in charge of Dr. Ira Harris, of Tripoli, who reached there March
18th. The report of the consuls had placed the number of deaths from the
four contagious diseases at one hundred a day. This would be quite
probable when it is considered that ten thousand were smitten with the
prevailing diseases, and that added to this were the crowded condition
of the patients, the thousands of homeless refugees who had flocked from
their forsaken villages, the lack of all comforts, of air, cleanliness,
and a state of prolonged starvation.
Dr. Harris's first report to me was that he was obliged to set the soup
kettles boiling and feed his patients before medicine could be retained.
My reply was a draft for two hundred liras (something over eight hundred
dollars) with the added dispatch: "Keep the pot boiling; let us know
your wants." The further reports show from this time an astonishingly
small number of deaths. The utmost care was taken by all our expeditions
to prevent the spread of the contagion and there is no record of its
ever having been carried out of the cities, where it was found, either
at Zeitoun, Marash, or Arabkir. Lacking this precaution, it might well
have spread throughout all Asia Minor, as was greatly feared by the
anxious people.
On the twenty-fourth of May, Dr. Harris reported the disease as
overcome. His stay being no longer needed, he returned to his great
charge in Tripoli, with the record of a medical work and success behind
him never surpassed if ever equaled. The lives he had saved were enough
to gain Heaven's choicest diadem. Never has America cause to be more
justly proud and grateful than when its sons and daughters in foreign
lands perform deeds of worth like that.
The closing of the medical fields threw our entire force into the
general relief of the vilayet of Harpoot, which the relieving
missionaries had well named their "bottomless pit."
The apathy to which the state of utter nothingness, together with their
grief and fear, had reduced the inhabitants, was by no means the
smallest difficulty to be overcome. Here was realized the great danger
felt by all--that of continued alms-giving, lest they settle down into a
condition of pauperism, and thus finally starve, from the inability of
the world at large to feed them. The presence of a strange body of
friendly working people, coming thousands of miles to help them,
awakened a hope and stimulated the desire to help themselves.
It was a new experience that these strangers _dared_ to come to them.
Although the aforetime home lay a heap of stone and sand, and nothing
belonging to it remained, still the land was there, and when seed to
plant the ground and the farming utensils and cattle were brought to
work it with, the faint spirit revived, the weak, hopeless hands
unclasped, and the farmer stood on his feet again.
When the cities could no longer provide the spades, hoes, plows, picks
and shovels, and the crude iron and steel to make these was purchased
and taken to them, the blacksmith found again his fire and forge and
traveled weary miles with his bellows on his back. The carpenter again
swung his hammer and drew his saw. The broken and scattered
spinning-wheels and looms from under the storms and _débris_ of winter
again took form and motion, and the fresh bundles of wool, cotton, flax,
and hemp in the waiting widow's hand brought hopeful visions of the
revival of industries which should not only clothe but feed.
At length, in early June, the great grain-fields of Diarbekir, Farkin,
and Harpoot valleys, planted the year before, grew golden and bowed
their heavy spear-crowned heads in waiting for the sickle. But no
sickles were there, no scythes, not even knives. It was a new and sorry
sight for our full-handed American farming men to see those poor, hard
Asiatic hands trying, by main strength, to break the tough straw or pull
it by the roots. This state of things could not continue, and their
sorrow and pity gave place to joy when they were able to drain the
cities of Harpoot and Diarbekir of harvest tools, and turned the work of
all the village blacksmiths on to the manufacture of sickles and
scythes, and of flint workers upon the rude threshing machines.
They have told me since their return that the pleasantest memories left
to them were of those great valleys of golden grain, bending and falling
before the harvesters, men and women, each with the new, sharp sickle or
scythe, the crude threshing planks, the cattle trampling out the grain,
and the gleaners in the rear as in the days of Abraham and Moab. God
grant that somewhere among them was a kind-hearted king of the harvest
who gave orders to let some sheaves fall.
Even while this saving process was going on another condition no less
imperative arose. These fields must be replanted or starvation must be
simply delayed. Only the strength of their old-time teams of oxen could
break up the hard sod and prepare for the fall sowing. Not an
animal--ox, cow, horse, goat, or sheep--had been left. All had been
driven to the Kourdish Mountains. When Mr. Wood's telegram came, calling
for a thousand oxen for the hundreds of villages, I thought of our not
rapidly swelling bank account, and all that was needed everywhere else,
and replied accordingly.
When in return came the telegram from the Rev. Dr. Gates, president of
Harpoot College, the live, active, practical man of affairs, whose
judgment no one could question, saying that the need of oxen was
imperative, that unless the ground could be plowed before it dried and
hardened it could not be done at all, and the next harvest would be
lost, also that "Mr. Wood's estimate was moderate," the financial
secretary was directed to send a draft for five thousand liras
(twenty-two thousand dollars) to the care of the Rev. Dr. Gates, to be
divided among the three expeditions for the purchase of cattle and the
progress of the harvest of 1897.
As the sum sent would be immediately applied, the active services of the
men would be no longer required, and directions went with the remittance
to report in person at Constantinople.
Unheard-of toil, care, hard riding day and night, with risk of life,
were all involved in the carrying out of that order. Among the
uncivilized and robber bands of Kourds, the cattle that had been stolen
and driven off must be picked up, purchased, and brought back to the
waiting farmer's field. There were routes so dangerous that a brigand
chief was selected by those understanding the situation as the safest
escort for our men. Perhaps the greatest danger encountered was in the
region of Farkin, beyond Diarbekir, where the official escort had not
been waited for, and the leveled musket of the faithless guide told the
difference.
At length the task was accomplished. One by one the expeditions closed
and withdrew, returning by Sivas and Samsoun, and coming out by the
Black Sea. With the return of the expeditions we closed the field. But
contributors would be glad to know that subsequent to this, before
leaving Constantinople, funds from both the New York and Boston
committees came to us amounting to about fifteen thousand dollars. This
was happily placed with Mr. W. W. Pect, treasurer of the Board of
Foreign Missions at Stamboul, to be used subject to our order; and with
our concurrence it was employed in the building of little houses in the
interior, as a winter shelter and protection, where all had been
destroyed.
The appearance of our men on their arrival at Constantinople confirmed
the impression that they had not been recalled too soon. They had gone
out through the snows and ice of winter, and without change or rest had
come back through the scorching suns of midsummer--five months of rough,
uncivilized life, faring and sharing with their beasts of burden,
well-nigh out of communication with the civilized world, but never out
of danger. It seemed but just to themselves and to others who might need
them, that change and rest be given them.
It would scarcely be permissible to express in words the obligation to
our American Minister, Hon. A. W. Terrell, at Constantinople, without
whose unremitting care and generous aid our work could not have been
accomplished. And, indeed, so many were the duties of that difficult and
delicate field that it seemed the help of no one hand or heart could be
spared. We felt that we had them all; from the palace of the Sultan to
beloved Robert College, from the American Legation to the busy rooms of
the American Board, with its masterly treasurer, Peet, were the same
outstretched hands of protection and care for our little band.
They knew we had taken our lives in our hands to come to them, and with
no thought of ourselves. We had done the best we knew to accomplish the
mission so persistently sought of us in our own country.
That our work had been acceptable to those who received its results, we
knew. They had never failed to _make_ us know. If also acceptable to Him
who gave us the courage, protection, and strength to perform it, we need
care for little more.
Funds to the total amount of $116,326.01 were cabled us by Mr. Spencer
Trask's committee, all of which were placed in the hands of Mr. W. W.
Peet, treasurer of the missionary board at Constantinople. All proper
receipts were given and taken, and feeling that we had faithfully and
successfully accomplished the work we had been asked to perform, we
closed the field, and prepared to return to America.
Some days of physical rest were needful for the men of the expeditions
after reaching Constantinople before commencing their journey of
thousands of miles for home, worn as they were by exposure and incessant
labor--physical and mental. I need not attempt to say with what
gratitude I welcomed back these weary, brown-faced men and officers
from a field so difficult and so perilous; none the less did the
gratitude go out to my faithful and capable secretary, who had toiled
early and late, never leaving for a day, striving with tender heart that
all should go well.
And when the first greetings were over, the full chorus of manly
voices--"Home Again," "Sweet Land of Liberty," "Nearer My God to
Thee"--that rolled out through the open windows of the Red Cross
headquarters in Constantinople fell on the listening ears of Christian
and Moslem alike, and though the tones were new and strange, all felt
that to some one, somewhere, they meant more than the mere notes of
music.
VIII
CUBA
1898
On our return to "civilization" we were rejoiced to find that as a
result of our three months' labors, the former tumult of Armenia had
died away into a peaceful echo, but a new murmur fast growing to clamor
had taken its place. Cuba had entered the ceaseless arena of American,
gladiatorial, humanitarian contest. The cruelties of the reconcentrado
system of warfare had become apparent, and methods of relief were
uppermost in the minds of all persons.
These methods were twofold and might well be classed under two distinct
heads: those who for mere pity's sake sought simple relief; those who
with a further forecast sought the removal of a cause as well as its
effect, and "Cuba Libre" was its muffled cry. They asked money for arms
as well as bread, and the struggle between the two held the country in
a state of perplexed contradiction for months running into years.
Our great-hearted President asked simple aid and was distressed at the
doubtful response. At length he suggested and we proffered the aid of
the Red Cross on a call to the country, and the establishment of the
"Central Cuban Relief Committee" in New York, within three days, was the
result.
The activity and success of that committee are too fresh in the minds of
all our people to require the smallest description from me. Too much
praise can not be given to our Auxiliary Societies from the Atlantic to
the Pacific for the splendid work in the camps at home, in Cuba, Porto
Rico, and in the care of our soldiers in transit to the Philippines.
Their full and complete reports show the great work accomplished. The
memory of the work of the busy men and tireless women who joined heart
and hand in this Heaven-sent task still brings tears to the eyes of a
nation at its recall.
The service assigned me by our anxious President, and gladly accepted,
was the distribution on the pitiful fields of Cuba. These scenes I
would not recall. The starving mothers and motherless babes, the
homelessness and squalor, the hopelessness and despair, are beyond all
words and all conception, save to those who saw and lived among them. It
is past and let it rest.
Then followed the declaration of hostilities, the blockade, the fleets
of war, and the stately, glistening white ships of relief that dotted
the sea--our navy after forty years of peace again doing service in its
own waters--and among them one inconspicuous, black-hulled sea-going
craft, laden with food for the still famishing reconcentrados, when they
could be reached.
Day after day, in its weary, waiting cruise, it watched out for an
opening to that closed-in suffering island, till at length the thunder
of the guns, Siboney, San Juan, opened the track, and the wounded troops
of our own army, hungering on their own fields, were the reconcentrados
of the hour.
Tampa became the gathering-point of the army. Its camps filled like
magic, first with regulars, then volunteers, as if the fiery torch of
Duncraigen had spread over the hills and prairies of America. The great
ships gathered in the waters, the transports, with decks dark with human
life, passed in and out, and the battleships of the sea held ever their
commanding sway. It seemed a strange thing, this gathering for war.
Thirty years of peace had made it strange to all save the veterans of
the days of the old war, long passed into history. Could it be possible
that we were to learn this anew? Were men again to fall, and women weep?
Were the youth of this generation to gain that experience their fathers
had gained, to live the war-lives they had lived, and die the deaths
they had died?
At length the fleet moved on, and we prepared to move with, or rather
after it. The quest on which it had gone, and the route it had taken,
bordered something on the mystery shrouding the days when Sherman
marched to the sea. Where were the Spanish ships? What would be the
result when found and met? Where were we to break that Cuban wall and
let us in?
Always present in our minds were the food we carried, the willing hands
that waited, and the perishing thousands that needed. We knew the great
hospital ships were fitting for the care of the men of both Army and
Navy. Surely they could have no need of us.
We had taken possession of our ship at Key West on the 29th of April. It
was now the 20th of June and the national records of two countries at
least will always give the history of those days. It is our part to keep
as clearly, truthfully, and kindly as possible, the record of the little
that fell to us to perform in this great drama.
Weighing anchor at Key West the State of Texas steamed for the open
Caribbean, we having first taken the official advice of Commodore Remy
to find Admiral Sampson and report to him.
Sunrise of the twenty-fifth gave us our first view of the water at
Santiago. Our transports and battle-ships were gathered there. The
advice of Admiral Sampson was that we proceed to Guantanamo, where the
marines had made a landing and were camped on the shore. There had been
some fighting at Guantanamo. The naval hospital ship Solace was there.
Whoever has enjoyed this quiet, sheltered harbor, protected on three
sides by beautiful wooded hills, will not require to be reminded of it.
At six o'clock our anchor sunk in the deep, still waters and we had time
to look about and see the beginning of the war. The marines were camped
along the brow of a hill. On our right a camp of Cubans, and all about
us the great war-ships with their guns, which told of forthcoming
trouble. Captain McCalla, who was in command of Guantanamo, had sent his
compliments and a launch, leading us in to our place of anchorage. The
courtesies of the navy so early commenced at Key West were continued
throughout the war.
By invitation of Commander Dunlap our entire company visited the Solace
the following day. If that beautiful ship or its management had left
room on the records of our country's meed of gratitude, for more words
of appreciative praise, I should be glad to speak them. Only those
familiar with the earliest history of the Red Cross in our country, and
the methods by which our navy alone--of all the Red Cross nations--had
gained even an approximately legal place, can judge what the sight of
that first naval relief ship in American waters was to me. It brought
back so vividly the memory of the day in 1881 when President Arthur
called me to him to carefully explain the conditions of the treaty which
he had just signed, and that, Congress having generously included the
navy in its treaty for war, he would provide to hold it carefully until
the probable widening of the original treaty would include the _navies_
of the world, as well as the armies.
Before the day closed news came to us of a serious character. The daring
Rough Riders had been hardly dealt by. Hamilton Fish and Allyn Capron
had been killed, and the wounded needed help. Wherever they might be, it
must be possible to reach them, and it was decided that no time be lost.
Our men commenced work in the hold of the ship to get at medical
supplies and dressings, and the captain took his orders. I find in my
diary at the close of that day the following paragraph: "It is the Rough
Riders we go to, and the relief may be also rough, but it will be
_ready_. A better body of helpers could scarcely be gotten together."
Nine o'clock of the same night found us at Siboney, which can scarcely
be called a harbor, for it has no anchorage. The next morning at
daybreak we stood on deck to see the soldiers filing up over the hill,
in heavy marching order, forming in lines by ones and twos, winding up,
in and out among the hills, higher and higher. As we watched them they
were a moving line trailing on toward the clouds, till lost in the mist,
and we could only think, as we looked at them, on how many and on which,
is set the mark of death? He knew no more than we--poor fellow--and
with his swinging, steady gait, toils up and up and waits for--he knows
not what.
The hospitals, both American and Cuban, located on the shore just to the
right of us, were visited by our men that same evening. Some of their
surgeons called on us. All seemed interested in the Red Cross, but none
thought that a woman nurse would be in place in a soldiers'
hospital--indeed, very much out of place. I suggested that that decision
was hard for me, for I had spent a great deal of time in soldiers'
hospitals myself. They appeared to understand that perfectly, but there
seemed to be a _later_ line which could not be crossed.
The Cubans who had just come into camp expressed a desire for any
assistance we could give them. They would be glad to have the Red Cross
Sisters in their little hospital, but begged us to wait just a day until
it could be put in better order. The Sisters were not the persons to
grant that day of preparation.
On the contrary they at once went to work, thoroughly cleaned the little
three-room building--Garcia's abandoned headquarters, to be used as a
hospital--and when the day closed the transformation showed clean rooms,
clean cots, and the grateful occupants wondering whether Heaven itself
could be more comfortable, or anything more desirable than the palatable
food prepared for them by the Sisters.
Three days later the following letter was received:
"To MISS CLARA BARTON, President,
"American National Red Cross:
"I have the honor to request your assistance in caring for the patients
in a so-called hospital near the landing at this point.
"The orders are to the effect that all patients now under treatment on
the shore shall be transferred to the Iroquois and Olivette, but the
facilities for carrying out this order are apparently inadequate. In
order that the division hospital may remain unhampered for the care of
the wounded in the engagement about to take place, it is necessary for
me to request this favor of you, and I trust that you may find it
possible to comply with said request.
"Your obedient servant,
"LOUIS A. LE GARDE,
"Major and Surgeon, U. S. A., Commanding
Hospital."
To this the following reply was immediately returned:
"Steamship State of Texas,
"SIBONEY, SANTIAGO DE CUBA, _June 30, 1898_.
"DR. LOUIS A. LE GARDE,
"Major and Surgeon, U. S. A., Commanding Hospital.
"Major: Permit me to express the pleasure given me by your letter
inviting the assistance of the persons here under my direction in the
care of the sick and wounded of the engagement about to take place.
Although not here as a hospital ship by any means--not legitimately
fitted for the work--still we have some hospital supplies, a few
intelligent workers, skill, experience, the willingness to serve, the
readiness to obey, and I believe the true spirit of the Red Cross, that
seeks to help humanity wherever its needs exist. I send them to you in
the hope that they may be of service.
"Cordially yours,
"CLARA BARTON,
"President, American National Red Cross."
Our surgeons and assistants went on shore, where Dr. Le Garde and Dr.
Lesser secured a small house, and in a few hours this had undergone the
same transformation and by the same hands as the Cuban hospital. The Red
Cross flag was hoisted, Dr. Lesser placed in charge, and scores of our
soldiers who had been lying on the filthy floors of an adjacent
building, with no food but army rations, were carried over, placed in
clean cots, and given proper food. From that on, no distinction was
made, the Red Cross flag floating over both the American and Cuban
hospitals.
A few feet away, all the available army tents were put up as additional
accommodation for the "wounded in the engagement about to take place."
It did take place the following day, and, as will be well remembered, in
those two days, Friday and Saturday, the first and second of July, the
tents were more than filled with wounded in the battle of San Juan Hill.
Three of the five Sisters went into the operating tent, and with the
surgeons worked for thirty hours with only a few moments' rest now and
then for a cup of coffee and a cracker or piece of bread. We heard
nothing more about a woman nurse being out of place in a soldiers'
hospital.
On Saturday evening, the second day of the San Juan battle, a slip of
paper with these penciled words was brought to the door of the hospital:
"Send food, medicines, anything. Seize wagons from the front for
transportation.
"SHAFTER."
The call for help was at once sent over to the State of Texas, and we
worked all night getting out supplies and sending them ashore with a
force of Cubans, only too glad to work for food.
I wish I could make apparent how difficult a thing it was to get
supplies from our ship to the shore in a surf which, after ten o'clock
in the morning, allowed no small boats to touch even the bit of a pier
that was run out without breaking either the one or the other, and
nothing in the form of a lighter save two dilapidated flat-boat
pontoons. These had been broken and cast away by the engineer corps,
picked up by ourselves, mended by the Cubans, and put in condition to
float alongside of our ship, and receive perhaps three or four tons of
material. This must then be rowed or floated out to the shore, run onto
the sand as far as possible, the men jumping into the water from knee to
waist deep, pulling the boat up from the surf, and getting the material
on land. And this was what was meant by loading the "seized wagons from
the front" and getting food to the wounded. After ten o'clock in the day
even this was impossible, and we must wait until the calm of three
o'clock next morning to commence work again and go through the same
struggle to get something to load the wagons for that day. Our supplies
had been gotten ashore, and among the last, rocking and tossing in our
little boat, went ourselves, landing on the pier, which by that time was
breaking in two, escaping a surf which every other moment threatened to
envelop one from feet to head, we reached the land.
Our "seized" wagons had already gone on, loaded with our best hospital
supplies--meal, flour, condensed milk, malted milk, tea, coffee, sugar,
dried fruits, canned fruits, canned meats, and such other things as we
had been able to get out in the haste of packing--entirely filling the
two wagons already in advance.
An ambulance had been spoken of. We waited a little while by the
roadside, but the ambulance did not appear. Then, halting a wagon loaded
with bales of hay, we begged a ride of the driver, and our little party,
Dr. and Mrs. Gardner, James McDowell, and myself, took our seats on the
hay and made our way to the front, Dr. Hubbell following afoot. Four
hours' ride brought us to the First Division Hospital of the Fifth Army
Corps--General Shafter's headquarters.
The sight that met us on going into the so-called hospital grounds was
something indescribable. The land was perfectly level; no drainage
whatever; covered with long, tangled grass; skirted by trees, brush,
and shrubbery; a few little dog-tents not much larger than could have
been made of an ordinary table-cloth thrown over a short rail, and under
these lay huddled together the men fresh from the field or from the
operating-tables, with no covering over them save such as had clung to
them through their troubles, and in the majority of cases no blanket
under them.
Those who had come from the tables, having been compelled to leave all
the clothing they had, as too wet, muddy, and bloody to be retained,
were entirely nude, lying on the stubble grass, the sun fitfully dealing
with them, sometimes clouding over and again streaming out in a blaze
above them. Fortunately, among our supplies were some bolts of
unbleached cotton, and this we cut in sheet lengths, and the men of our
party went about and covered the poor fellows, who lay there with no
shelter either from the elements or the eyes of the passers-by.
A half dozen bricks laid about a yard apart, a couple of pieces of
wagon-tire laid across these, so low and so near the ground that no fire
of any strength or benefit could be made--the bits of wet wood put
under crosswise, with the smoke streaming a foot out on either side, two
kettles of coffee or soup, and a small frying-pan with some meat in
it--appeared to be the cook-house for these men. They told us there were
about eight hundred men under the tents and lying in the grass, and more
constantly coming in.
After a few moments' consultation as to the best methods to be pursued,
we too gathered stones and bricks and constructed a longer, higher
fireplace, got more wagon-tires, found the water, and soon our great
agate kettles of seven and ten gallons were filled.
The rain, that had been drizzling more or less all day, increased. Our
supplies were taken from the wagons, a piece of tarpaulin found to
protect them, and as the fire began to blaze and the water to heat, Mrs.
Gardner and I found the way into the bags and boxes of flour, salt,
milk, and meal, and got material for the first gallons of gruel. I had
not thought to ever make gruel again over a camp-fire. I can not say how
far it carried me back in the lapse of time, or really where, or who I
felt that I was.
It did not seem to be me, and still I seemed to know how to do it.
When the bubbling contents of our kettle thickened and grew white with
the condensed milk, and we began to give it out--putting it into the
hands of men detailed as nurses, and our own men, to take around to the
poor sufferers, shivering and naked in the rain--I felt that perhaps it
was not in vain that history had repeated itself. When the nurses came
back and told us of the surprise with which it was received, and the
tears that rolled down the sun-burned, often bloody face, into the cup
as the poor fellow drank his hot gruel, and asked where it came from,
who sent it, and said it was the first food he had tasted in three days
(for they had gone into the fight hungry), I felt that it was again the
same old story and wondered what gain there had been in the last thirty
years.
The fires burned, the gruel steamed and boiled--bucket after bucket went
out--until those eight hundred men had each a cup of gruel and knew that
he could have another and as many as he wanted. The day waned, the
darkness came, and still the men were unsheltered, uncovered, naked,
and wet--scarcely a groan, no word of complaint--no man said he was not
well treated.
The operating-tables were full of the wounded. Man after man was taken
off, brought on his litter and laid beside other men, and something
given him to keep the little life in his body that seemed fast oozing
out. All night it went on. It grew cold--for naked men bitter
cold--before morning. We had no blankets, nothing to cover them, only
the strips of cotton cloth.
Early in the morning ambulances started, and such of the wounded as
could be loaded in were taken to be carried back over that rough,
pitiless road, down to Siboney, to the hospitals there--that we had done
the best we could toward fitting up--where our hundred cots, hundred and
fifty blankets had gone, cups, spoons, and delicacies, that would help
to strengthen these poor, fainting men, if they could get there, and
where also the Sisters would care for them.
They brought man after man, stretcher after stretcher, to the waiting
ambulances, and they took out seventeen who had died in the night,
unattended, save by the nurse.
More supplies arrived, and this time came large tarpaulins, more
utensils, more food, and more things to make it a little comfortable. We
removed our first kitchens across the road, up alongside the headquarter
tent of Major Wood, in charge of the camp. Words can not do justice to
his kind-hearted generosity. He strove in every way to do all that could
be done, and the night before had given us a small tent in which we had
huddled from the pouring rain, for a couple of hours, in the middle of
the night, the water rushing through like a rivulet.
The tarpaulins were put over supplies, a new fireplace made near
us--magnificent in its dimensions--shelter given for boxes and barrels
that by this time had accumulated about us, and there was even something
that looked like a table, on which Mrs. Gardner prepared her delicacies.
Early in the day there came to our improvised headquarters an officer in
khaki uniform showing hard service, and a bandanna handkerchief hanging
from his hat, to protect the back of his head and neck from the fierce
rays of the sun.
It was Colonel Roosevelt, and we were very glad to meet the gallant
leader of the "Rough Riders." After a few moments conversation he said:
"I have some sick men with the regiment who refuse to leave it. They
need such delicacies as you have here, which I am ready to pay for out
of my own pocket. Can I buy them from the Red Cross?"
"Not for a million dollars," Dr. Gardner replied.
"But my men need these things," he said, his tone and face expressing
anxiety. "I think a great deal of my men. I am proud of them."
"And we know they are proud of you, Colonel. But we can't sell Red Cross
supplies," answered Dr. Gardner.
"Then, how can I get them? I must have proper food for my sick men," he
said.
"Just ask for them, Colonel," replied Dr. Gardner.
"Oh," he said, his face suddenly lighting up with a bright smile; "then
I do ask for them."
"All right, Colonel; what is your list?"
The list included malted milk, condensed milk, oatmeal, cornmeal, canned
fruits, dried fruits, rice, tea, chocolate, and even prepared beefsteak
and vegetables, and other things good for men who could not eat army
rations.
"Now, Colonel, when will you send for these supplies?" asked Dr.
Gardner. "They will be ready any time."
"Lend me a sack and I'll take them right along," he answered with
characteristic decision.
Mrs. Gardner at once looked up a sack, and when filled it must have held
a good many pounds of supplies. Before we had recovered from our
surprise, the incident was closed by the future President of the United
States slinging the big sack over his shoulders, striding off, and out
of sight through the jungle.
The gruel still remained the staple, but malted milk, chocolate, rice,
and tea had come in, and little by little various things were added by
which our _menage_ quite resembled a hotel. The wounded were still being
taken away by ambulance and wagon, assorted and picked over like fruit.
Those who would bear transportation were taken away, the others left
where they were. By the third day our patients seemed strong enough that
we might risk giving them food as solid as rice, and the great kettles
were filled with that, cooked soft, mixed with condensed and malted
milk. The number of wounded grew less day by day, and better care could
be taken of them.
At Siboney, the great needs of the hour were met by the little band of
surgeons and nurses, working night and day. The following is from a
letter in the Times-Herald, now Record-Herald, of Chicago, by Miss Janet
Jennings, who volunteered her service in the hospital. One gets from
this simple, direct picture, a better appreciation of that heroism which
lives after excitement, which survives the rush and shouting of assault,
which is sustained without comradeship:
"SIBONEY, _July 8, 1898_.
"Above hospital tents Red Cross flags are flying, and here is the real
life--the suffering and heroism. Everybody who can do even so little as
carry a cup of water lends willing hands to help the wounded. Most of
the wounded are from the first day's engagement, when the infantry was
ordered to lead the attack on Santiago, instead of using the artillery.
"And it all came at once--a quick blow--with little or no preparation
to meet it. I mentioned in a former letter the lack of preparation on
the part of the army to care for the sick. There was then almost
nothing--no cots, bedding or proper food, for less than one hundred sick
men.
"Two days later, when the wounded came in, the needs of the hour were
overwhelming. The situation can not be described. Thousands of our men
had been hurried to the front to fight. It was well understood that it
would be a hard fight. The dead would need only burial, but the wounded
would need care. And yet, with the exception of a limited number of
stretchers, a medicine-chest and a few bandages, no preparation had been
made--neither cots nor food--practically no hospital supplies.
"It is not strange that surgeons were desperate and nurses distressed.
The force of each was wholly inadequate. The exact number of wounded may
never be known. But the estimate at this time is about 1,000
wounded--some 1,500 killed and wounded.
"Wounded men who made their way down on foot eight miles over the rough,
hilly road will never know just how their strength held out. Others were
brought down in army wagons by the load, as few ambulances were at
hand. Fortunately, there were some tents here that had been used by
troops before going to the front. Under these hay was spread and covered
with blankets, and the improvised hospital was ready. One tent was taken
for operating-tables, and the work of surgeons and nurses began. They
worked night and day for forty-eight hours, with only brief intervals
for coffee and hard-tack.
"Wounded men had to wait for hours before bullets could be extracted and
wounds dressed. But there was no word of complaint--only silent, patient
suffering, borne with a courage that was sublime. As the wounded
continued to come in, tent-room gave out, and hay with blankets were
placed outside, and to these 'beds' the less severely wounded were
assigned. It was evident that the medical department of the army had
failed absolutely to send hospital supplies, or by this time they would
have been landed. As it was, the surgeons turned to the Red Cross ship
'State of Texas' for help, and the supplies originally intended for the
starving Cubans were sent ashore for our wounded.
"Miss Barton had been urged and advised to wait until the army opened
and made the way safe to land supplies for reconcentrados and refugees.
But she had foreseen the situation to a certain degree and followed the
army as quickly as possible--to wait for the emergency, rather than have
the emergency wait for her. The 'State of Texas' was here a week before
the attack on Santiago.
"While surgeons and nurses were probing for bullets and dressing wounds,
a force of men on the Red Cross ship worked half the night getting out
cots and blankets, food and bandages, and at daylight next morning the
supplies were landed, taking advantage of the smooth sea between four
and nine o'clock, as later in the day the high surf makes it extremely
difficult for landings. There were six tables in the operating-tent and
eight surgeons. In twenty-four hours the surgeons had operated upon and
dressed the wounds of 475 men. Four Red Cross sisters, trained nurses,
assisted the surgeons. They were Sister Bettina, wife of Dr. Lesser,
surgeon-in-chief of the Red Cross; Sister Minna, Sister Isabel, and
Sister Blanche. Their knowledge of surgery, skill, and nerve were a
revelation to the army surgeons. These young women, all under thirty,
went from one operating-table to another, and, whatever was the nature
of the wound or complication, proved equal to the emergency.
"In the Red Cross Hospital, across the way, Sister Anna was in charge
of the sick men, turned over to the Red Cross two days before, when army
surgeons with troops were all ordered to the front. With 475 wounded men
to feed there was not a camp-kettle to be found in which gruel could be
prepared, coffee made or anything cooked, not a kettle of any sort to be
furnished by the army. The whole camp outfit at Tampa in the way of
cooking utensils must have been left behind.
"But there was an overruling Providence when the 'State of Texas' was
loaded for Cuba. So far everything needed has been found in the hold of
this old ship, which deserves to have and will have a credit page in the
history of the war in Cuba. There were kettles, charcoal braziers, and
cooking utensils carried over to the Red Cross Hospital. To prepare
gruel, rice, coffee, and various other proper and palatable dishes for
forty or fifty sick men by the slow process of a charcoal brazier,
tea-kettle, and boiler is by no means easy cooking. But to prepare food
for 475 wounded men, some of whom had had nothing to eat for twenty-four
hours, cooking over a little charcoal pot is something that one must
take a 'hand in' to fully appreciate.
"There was the feeling as if one were dazed and unnatural to hear
American soldiers, men from comfortable homes, literally begging for
'just a spoonful of gruel.' The charcoal pot burned night and day,
gallons of gruel were made and quantities of rice cooked until the
greatest stress had passed. It was no time to stand on trained service,
and everybody, man or woman, was ready to lend a hand.
"A striking feature of the first day's engagement was the number of men
wounded in the head, arm, and upper part of the body. Some of these
cases, the most serious, were taken into the Red Cross Hospital, where
they received the most skilful and gentle nursing.
"Two days' steady strain began to show on the Sisters.
"The strain had been the greater because there were no facilities for
anything like a regular meal short of the ship, reached by a long, hard
tramp in the sand, then a row over the tossing waves. But nobody thought
of meals. The one thing was to feed and nurse the 500 wounded and sick
men. Human endurance, however, has its limit, and unless the Sisters
could get a little rest they would give out. I went on duty for
twenty-four hours, at night, with the assistance of one man, taking care
of forty patients, fever, measles, and dysentery cases, and half a dozen
badly wounded men. Among the latter was Captain Mills, of the First
Cavalry, and William Clark, a colored private in the Twenty-fifth
Infantry, regulars. They were brought over from the hospital tents and
placed on cots out on the little porch, where there was just room to
pass between the cots.
"Their wounds were very similar--in the head--and of such a character as
to require cool applications to the eyes constantly. Ice was scarce and
worth its weight in gold, for the lives of these men as well as others
depended chiefly on cool applications to the eyes, with as uniform
temperature as possible. We had one small piece of ice, carefully
wrapped in a blanket. There never was a small piece of ice that went so
far. If I were to tell the truth about it nobody would believe me.
"Never in my whole life, I think, have I wished for anything so much as
I wished for plenty of ice that night. It was applied by chipping in
small bits, laid in thin, dry cotton cloth, folded over in just the
right size and flat, to place across the eyes and forehead, enough of it
to be cold, but not heavy, on the wounds.
"The ears of the sick are strangely acute. Whenever the sick men heard
the sound of chipping ice they begged for ice-water; even the smallest
bit of ice in a cup of water was begged with an eagerness that was
pitiful. I felt conscience-smitten. But it was a question of saving the
eyes of the wounded men, and there was no other way. To make the ice
last till morning I stealthily chipped it off so the sick men would not
hear the sound.
"At midnight a surgeon came over from his tent ward with a little piece
of ice not larger than his hand. I do not know his name, but it does not
matter, it is inscribed above. 'This is all we can spare,' he said.
'Take it. You must keep those wounds cool at all hazards. I have another
case very like these--a man wounded in the head. I want to bring him
over here, where he will be sure of exactly the same nursing. His life
depends on the care he gets in the next twenty-four hours. Have you a
vacant cot?'
"There was not a vacant cot, but we could make room for one on the porch
if he could find the cot. He thought he could, and went back, taking the
precious piece of ice that he really needed more than we did. In the
course of a half hour the surgeon returned to say it was impossible to
get a cot anywhere, and the wounded man must be left where he was in the
tent, at least until morning.
"And so it went on through the long night--the patient suffering of the
sick men, the heroism of the wounded, all fearing to give any trouble,
desiring not to do so, find grateful for the smallest attention.
"The courage that faces death on the battlefield or calmly awaits it in
the hospital is not a courage of race or color. Two of the bravest men I
ever saw were here, almost side by side on the little porch--Captain
Mills and Private Clark--one white, the other black. They were wounded
almost at the same time, and in the same way. The patient suffering and
heroism of the black soldier was fully equal to that of the Anglo-Saxon.
It was quite the same, the gentleness and appreciation. They were a
study, these men so widely apart in life, but here strangely close and
alike on the common ground of duty and sacrifice. They received
precisely the same care; each fed like a child, for with their bandaged
eyes they were as helpless as blind men. When the ice pads were renewed
on Captain Mills's eyes the same change was made on Private Clark's
eyes. There was no difference in their beds or food. Neither uttered a
word of complaint. The nearest to a regret expressed by Captain Mills
was a heavy sigh, followed by the words: 'Oh, we were not ready. Our
army was not prepared.'
"Of himself he talked cheerfully, strong, and hopeful. 'I think I shall
go home with the sight of one eye,' he said. That was all.
"In the early part of the night he was restless, his brain was active,
cool, and brave as he might be. The moonlight was very bright, a flood
of silver, seen only in the tropics. Hoping to divert him I said: 'The
moonlight is too bright, captain. I will put up a paper screen so you
can get to sleep.'
"He realized at once the absurdity and the ludicrous side, and with an
amused smile replied: 'But you know I can't see the moonlight.'
"I said it was time to get more ice for his head and half stumbled
across the porch, blinded by tears. When told who his nearest neighbor
was, Captain Mills expressed great sympathy for Private Clark and paid a
high tribute to the bravery of the colored troops and their faithful
performance of duty.
"Private Clark talked but little. He would lie apparently asleep until
the pain in his head became unbearable. Then he would try to sit up,
always careful to keep the ice-pad on his eyes over the bandage.
"'What can I do for you, Clark?' I would ask, anxious to relieve his
pain.
"'Nothing, thank you,' he would answer. 'It's very nice and comfortable
here. But it's only the misery in my head--the misery is awful.'
"Poor fellow! there was never a moan, merely a little sigh now and
then, but always that wonderful patience that seemed to me not without a
touch of divine philosophy, complete acceptance.
"I have mentioned these two men, not as exceptional in bravery, but to
illustrate the rule of heroism, and because they were among the patients
under my immediate care that night. It was a strange night picture--a
picture that could never be dimmed by time but live through all the
years of one's life.
"After midnight a restful atmosphere pervaded the hospital and the
blessing of sleep fell upon the suffering men, one by one. In the little
interval of repose I dropped into an old chair on the porch, looked away
to the beautiful mountains sharply outlined in the moonlight, and the
sea like waves of silver, the camp on the shore; near by thirty or forty
horses standing motionless. Then the hospital tents, with now and then
the flickering light of a candle; in the background the cliffs, with
here and there a Spanish blockhouse. Over all the tragedy of life and
death, the pain and sorrow, there was the stillness of a peaceful
night--a stillness broken only by the sound of the surf brought back on
the cool breeze, the cool, refreshing breeze, for which we all thanked
God."
Later on, as will be remembered, Miss Jennings went North--a volunteer
nurse on the transport Seneca. The brave men whose lives hung in the
balance that night--with little hope that, if life were spared, they
would ever see again--recovered, but each with the loss of an eye. After
a long furlough Private Clark returned to his regiment. Captain Mills,
now General Mills, is the Superintendent of the West Point Military
Academy.
Three times in the first week I went over those terrible roads from the
front to Siboney and return. Arriving at Siboney late one night, there
was no way I could get on board the State of Texas and I was obliged to
remain on shore. The Postmaster insisted that I occupy a room in the
building used for a post-office. Such a courtesy could not be refused,
and against all feeling of acquiescence, and with a dread as if there
were something wrong about it, I allowed myself to be helped out of the
wagon and entered the house. The Postmaster sat down and talked with me
a little while. I thought he seemed ill. I had never met him before, but
my heart went out in sympathy for him. I feared I was taking his room,
although he did not admit it.
I was shown into a room where there was a cot, a table, and a candle
without a stick, burning upon the table. The men went outside and laid
down upon the steps for the night. I laid down upon the cot, but it was
impossible for me to remain there. Something constantly warned me to
leave it. I got up, went to the door, looked out upon the night and
darkness, and waited for the gray of the morning. I went out and stood
upon the beach beside the sea and waited more and more, until finally
some of the men appeared, and I went with them down to the water.
Six days later they told me that the rightful occupant of the cot--the
Postmaster, who had seemed so ill--had died of a fever raging here that
they called "yellow fever." I had occupied his cot. I wonder who it was
that so continually warned me that night to keep away from that room,
away from the cot, away from all connected with it? "Yellow fever" was
not then talked of. Did some one tell me? I do not know--but something
told me.
The negotiations between General Shafter and the Spanish army at
Santiago were going on. The flag of truce, that threatened every day to
come down, still floated. The Spanish soldiers had been led by their
officers to believe that every man who surrendered--and the people as
well--would be butchered whenever the city should fall and the American
troops should come in. But when General Shafter commenced to send back
convoys of captured Spanish officers, their wounds dressed, and
carefully placed on stretchers, borne under flags of truce to the
Spanish lines at Santiago, and set down at the feet of General Toral,
and when in astonishment that officer learned the object of the flag of
truce and sent companies of his soldiers to form in line and present
arms, while the cortege of wounded were borne through by American
troops, a lesson was learned that went far toward the surrender of that
city.
I happen to know that it was not without some very natural home
criticism that General Shafter persisted in his course in the face of
the time-honored custom of "hostages." One can readily understand that
the voluntary giving up of prisoners--officers at that--in view of an
impending battle, might seem in the light of old-time army usages a
waste, to characterize it by no harder term. It is possible that none of
the officers in that field had ever read the Articles of the Treaty of
Geneva, or fully recalled that the treaty had become a law, or that
their commander was acting in full accord with its wise and humane
principles.
By this time the main talk of the camp was "yellow fever." It was soon
discovered by the medical authorities that, from there having been at
first one case of fever, there were now one hundred and sixteen, and
that a fever camp would probably be made there, and the wounded gotten
away. It was advisable then that we return to our ship and attempt, as
far as possible, to hold that free from contagion. I was earnestly
solicited to do this, in view of what was expected of our ship, and of
what was expected of us, that we not only protect ourselves but our
cargo and ship from all contamination and even suspicion.
I faithfully promised to do so, and again called for an army wagon,
leaving all supplies that were useful for the men in camp--sending to El
Caney what was most needed there--and taking only our personal effects,
started for Siboney. In less than twenty minutes the rain was pouring on
us and for two hours it fell as if from buckets. The water was from a
foot and a half to two feet deep in the road as we passed along. At one
time our wagon careened, the mules were held up, and we waited to see
whether it should go over or could be brought out, the water a few
inches only from the top of the lower side. It was scarcely possible for
us to stir, hemmed in as we were, but the men from the other wagons
sprang to our wheels, hanging in the air on the upper side, and we were
simply saved by an inch.
But like other things, this cleared away. We came into Siboney about
three o'clock, in a bright glare of sunshine, to find the town entirely
burned--all buildings gone or smoking--and a "yellow fever" hospital
established a mile and a half out from Siboney.
All effort was made to hold our ship free from suspicion. The process of
reasoning leading to the conclusion that a solid cargo, packed in tight
boxes in the hold of a ship, anchored at sea, could become infected in
a day from the land or a passing individual, is indeed an intricate
process. But we had some experience in this direction. Captain McCalla,
in his repeated humane attempts to feed the refugees around Guantanamo,
had called again for a hundred thousand rations, saying that if we could
bring them to him soon he could get them to the starving people in the
woods. We lost no time, but got the food out and started with it in the
night. On reaching Guantanamo we were met some distance out, called to,
and asked if any one on our ship had been on shore at Siboney within
four days; if so, our supplies could not be received. We took them away,
leaving the starving to perish.
The constantly recurring news of the surrender of Santiago was so well
established that we drew anchor, came up to the flag-ship, and sent the
following letter to Admiral Sampson:
"State of Texas,
"_July 16, 1898_.
"ADMIRAL SAMPSON, Commanding U. S. Fleet off
Santiago, Flag-Ship New York.
"Admiral: It is not necessary for me to explain to you my errand, nor
its necessity; both your good head and heart divine it more clearly
than any words of mine can represent.
"I send this to you by one of our men who can tell all you wish to know.
Mr. John Elwell has resided and done mercantile and shipping business in
Santiago for the last seven years; is favorably known to all its people;
has in his possession the keys of the best warehouses and residences in
the city, to which he is given welcome by the owners. He is the person
appointed four months ago to help distribute this food, and did so with
me until the blockade. There seems to be nothing in the way of getting
our twelve hundred tons of food into a Santiago warehouse and giving it
intelligently to the thousands who _need_ and _own_ it. I have twenty
good helpers with me. The New York committee is urging the discharge of
the State of Texas, which has been raised in price to four hundred
dollars a day.
"If there is still more explanation needed, I pray you, Admiral, let me
see you.
"Respectfuly and cordially,
"CLARA BARTON."
These were anxious days. While the world outside was making up war
history, we thought of little beyond the terrible needs about us; if
Santiago had any people left, they must be in sore distress; and El
Caney, with its thirty thousand homeless, perishing sufferers, how could
they be reached?
On that Sunday morning, never to be forgotten, the Spanish fleet came
out of Santiago Harbor, to meet death and capture. That afternoon
Lieutenant Capehart, of the flag-ship, came on board with the courteous
reply of Admiral Sampson, that if we would come alongside the New York
he would put a pilot on board. This was done, and we moved on through
waters we had never traversed; past Morro Castle, long, low, silent, and
grim; past the wrecks of the Spanish ships on the right; past the
Merrimac in the channel. We began to realize that we were alone, of all
the ships about the harbor there were none with us. The stillness of the
Sabbath was over all. The gulls sailed and flapped and dipped about us.
The lowering summer sun shot long golden rays athwart the green hills on
either side and tinged the water calm and still. The silence grew
oppressive as we glided along with scarce a ripple. We saw on the right
as the only moving thing, a long, slim yacht dart out from among the
bushes and steal its way up half-hidden in the shadows. Suddenly it was
overtaken by either message or messenger, and like a collared hound
glided back as if it had never been.
Leaning on the rail, half lost in reverie over the strange, quiet beauty
of the scene, the thought suddenly burst upon me--are we really going
into Santiago, and alone? Are we not to be run out, and wait aside, and
salute with dipping colors, while the great battle-ships come up with
music and banners and lead the way?
As far as the eye could reach no ship was in sight. Was this to remain
so? Could it be possible that the commander who had captured a city
declined to be the first to enter, that he would hold back his flag-ship
and himself, and send forward and first a cargo of food on a plain ship,
under direction of a woman? Did our commands, military or naval, hold
men great enough of soul for such action? It must be true, for the
spires of Santiago rise before us, and turning to the score of
companions beside me I ask: "Is there any one here who will lead the
Doxology?" In an instant the full rich voice of Enola Gardner rang out:
"Praise God from whom all blessings flow." By that time the chorus was
full, and the tears on many a face told more plainly than words how
genuine was that praise, and when in response to a second suggestion "My
Country 'Tis of Thee" swelled out on the evening air in the farewell
rays of the setting sun, the State of Texas was nearing the dock, and
quietly dropping her anchor she lay there through the silence of the
night in undisputed possession, facing a bare wind-swept wharf and the
deserted city of Santiago.
Daybreak brought quiet to an end. The silence was no longer oppressive.
A hundred and twenty stevedores lined up on the wharf for work and
breakfast. The dock had tracks, and trucks running to its open
warehouses. Boxes, barrels, and bales, pitched out of that ship, thrown
onto the trucks and wheeled away, told the story of better days to come.
It was something to see the lank, brawny little army of stevedores take
their first breakfast in line, alongside of the ship.
Later in the day the flag-ship brought Admiral Sampson and Admiral
Schley, who spent several hours with us. They had every opportunity to
see how our work was done, and if we were equal to unloading our ship.
When they were about to leave Admiral Sampson was asked what orders or
directions he had for us. He replied: "You need no directions from me,
but if any one troubles you let me know."
The amiable pleasantries of these two gallant officers during that visit
are a pleasure to recall. As I was, at an opportune moment, attempting
to express my appreciation and thanks to Admiral Sampson for the
courtesy of allowing us to precede him into Santiago, Admiral Schley,
with that _naïveté_ and apt turn of expression so characteristic of him,
in a half undertone side-remark, cautioned me with "Don't give him too
much credit, Miss Barton; he was not quite sure how clear the channel
might be. Remember that was a trial trip."
How sadly the recollection of that pleasant, memorable day has since
recurred to me; brave, gallant brothers in arms, and in heart; knowing
only a soldier's duty; each holding his country's honor first, his own
last; its glory his glory, and for himself seeking nothing more. Ah,
people, press, and politics! How deal ye with your servants?
A message was received from General Shafter, who telegraphed from his
headquarters; "The death rate at El Caney is terrible; can you send
food?" The answer was to send the thirty thousand refugees of El Caney
at once back to Santiago; we were there and could feed them; that the
State of Texas had still twelve hundred tons of supplies.
The thirty thousand inhabitants of Santiago had been driven to El Caney,
a village designed for five hundred. In two days all were called back
and fed, ten thousand the first day, twenty thousand the second. Then
came our troops, and Santiago was lived and is remembered. Its
hospitals, the ante-chamber to Montauk, are never to be forgotten.
A general committee was formed, the city districted into sections, with
a commissioner for each district, selected by the people themselves
living there. Every family or person residing within the city was
supplied by the commissioner of that district, and all transient
persons were fed at the kitchens, the food being provided by the Red
Cross.
The discharge of the cargo of the State of Texas commenced at six
o'clock Monday morning, July 18th. One hundred and twenty-five
stevedores were employed and paid in food issued as rations. Four days
later the discharge was completed.
Although the army had entered the city during the latter part of that
time, there had been no confusion, no groups of disorderly persons seen,
no hunger in the city more than in ordinary times. We had done all that
could be done to advantage at that time in Santiago. The United States
troops had mainly left. The Spanish soldiers were coming in to their
waiting ships, bringing with them all the diseases that unprovided and
uncleanly camps would be expected to hold in store. Five weeks before we
had brought into Santiago all the cargo of the State of Texas excepting
the hospital supplies, which had been used the month previous among our
own troops at Siboney, General Shafter's front, and El Caney during the
days of fighting.
These were the last days of General Shafter in Santiago, who was, as he
had at all times been, the kind and courteous officer and gentleman.
General Wood, who was made Governor of the Province of Santiago upon the
day of surrender--alert, wise, and untiring, with an eye single to the
good of all--toiled day and night.
The State of Texas steamed away to its northern home. Peace and plenty
came. The reconcentrados we went in search of were never reached. To
those who could not withstand, Heaven came. To those who could, _Cuba
Libre_.
Later on, general efforts were made for the protection of the thousands
of orphans over the island, in which efforts the Red Cross joined. But
the people of Cuba solved the question themselves--by a general adoption
in their own homes--and orphanages in Cuba became a thing of the past.
Thus our work on that distressful field closed, after nearly two years
of such effort as one would never desire to repeat. The financial
management of that field, so far as the Red Cross was concerned, was
done under the attorneyship of the Central Cuban Relief Committee of New
York, whose reports are models of accuracy and accountability, and to
which any person desiring information may be referred.
Cuba was a hard field, full of heart-breaking memories. It gave the
first opportunity to test the cooperation between the government and its
supplemental handmaiden, the Red Cross. That these relations might not
have been clearly understood at this initial date may well be
appreciated, but that time and experience will remedy this may be
confidently hoped.
Through all our discouragements the steady hand and calm approval of our
great head of the army and navy was our solace and our strength. And
when at length it was all over, his hand could trace for his message to
his people the following testimonial, what need had one even to remember
past discouragements, however great? It was as if the hand of the martyr
had set its undying seal upon the brow of the American Red Cross. What
greater justification could it have? What greater riches could it crave?
"In this connection it is a pleasure for me to mention in terms of
cordial appreciation the timely and useful work of the American Red
Cross, both in relief measures preparatory to the campaigns, in sanitary
assistance at several of the camps of assemblage, and, later, under the
able and experienced leadership of the president of the society, Miss
Clara Barton, on the fields of battle and in the hospitals at the front
in Cuba. Working in conjunction with the governmental authorities and
under their sanction and approval, and with the enthusiastic cooperation
of many patriotic women and societies in the various States, the Red
Cross has fully maintained its already high reputation for intense
earnestness and ability to exercise the noble purposes of its
international organization, thus justifying the confidence and support
which it has received at the hands of the American people. To the
members and officers and all who aided them in their philanthropic
work, the sincere and lasting gratitude of the soldiers and the public
is due and freely accorded.
"In tracing these events we are constantly reminded of our obligations
to the Divine Master for His watchful care over us, and His safe
guidance, for which the nation makes reverent acknowledgment and offers
humble prayers for the continuance of His favors."--FROM PRESIDENT
MCKINLEY'S MESSAGE TO CONGRESS, DECEMBER 6, 1898.
IX
GALVESTON
1900
This time there was no murmur in the air, no warning of approaching
danger. Even the watchful press, that knows so much before it ever
happens, slumbered quiet and deep, till the hissing wires shrieked the
terrifying word--Galveston.
Then we learned that, as at Port Royal, the sea had overleaped its
bounds and its victims by thousands were in its grasp.
In all the land no one slept then. To us it was the clang of the
fire-bell, and the drop of the harness. The Red Cross clans commenced to
gather.
In two days a little coterie of near a dozen left Washington under
escort of the competent agency of the New York World, which had on the
first day telegraphed that it would open a subscription for the relief
of Galveston, and would be glad to send all supplies and money received
to the Red Cross, if its president, Miss Clara Barton, would go and
distribute it. It was the acceptance of this generous offer that had
brought to the station in Washington the escort; and a palace-car,
provided with all comforts for the journey to Galveston, was under the
management of the World's efficient correspondent and agent, Robert
Adamson.
The direfulness of the news gathered as we proceeded on our journey, and
delays were gotten over as quickly as possible. A detention of several
hours in New Orleans gave opportunity for consultation with the officers
of the Red Cross Society of that city, which had held its loyal ranks
unbroken since 1882, and became a tower of strength in this relief. A
day of waiting in Houston for a passage over the Gulf gave us a glimpse
of what the encroachment had been on the mainland. We found the passage
across to Galveston difficult, and with one night of waiting by the
shore in almost open cars, at Texas City, we at length arrived in
Galveston on the morning of the 15th of September.
Here again no description could adequately serve its purpose. The sea,
with fury spent, had sullenly retired. The strongest buildings, half
standing, roofless and tottering, told what once had been the make-up of
a thriving city. But that cordon of wreckage skirting the shore for
miles it seemed, often twenty feet in height, and against which the high
tide still lapped and rolled! What did it tell? The tale is all too
dreadful to recall--the funeral pyre of at least five thousand human
beings. The uncoffined dead of the fifth part of a city lay there. The
lifeless bodies festering in the glaring heat of a September sun told
only too fatally what that meant to that portion of the city left alive.
The streets were well-nigh impassable, the animals largely drowned, the
working force of men diminished, dazed, and homeless. The men who had
been the fathers of the city, its business and its wealth, looked on
aghast at their overwhelmed possessions, ruined homes, and, worse than
all, mourned their own dead.
Yet these men, to the number of thirty or more, had, as one may say,
pulled themselves together, and were even at that early date a relief
committee, holding their meetings at the wrecked and half-ruined hotel,
almost the only public house left standing. To this hotel we also went
and reported to the committee. To say that we were kindly and
gratefully received by them says nothing that would satisfy either
ourselves or them.
The conditions were so new to them that it was a relief to meet persons
who had seen such things before. We were asked not only to act with
them, but to assume charge of the administration of relief. This, of
course, we would not do, but that we would meet with, counsel, and aid
them in every way in our power, is needless to affirm. That we did do
this, through every day of our stay of three months, not only our own
conviction, but the unasked and unexpected testimony of both Galveston
and the Legislature of the State of Texas, go to assure.
On the third day after our arrival we were joined by Mr. Stephen E.
Barton, President of the former Central Cuban Relief Committee, and Mr.
Fred L. Ward, its competent secretary, who became our secretary from the
time of his arrival until the close of the field, continuing until after
our return to headquarters and settling the last account. Not only the
thanks of the Red Cross are due for his faithful, painstaking work, but
his name is still a household word through the score of counties
skirting the shore on the mainland of Texas.
It may be interesting to readers to know what is done first, or just how
a relief party commence under circumstances like that. A few words will
give an outline. First the ground must be overlooked and conditions
learned. This is not easy when it is remembered that broken houses,
cars, wagons, church steeples, and grand pianos were liable to be
encountered in the middle of the leading streets, themselves buried
three feet in the coarse black sand, brought in by the great tidal wave.
Nevertheless, a building must be found in which to store and distribute
the supplies that would immediately come. How needful these supplies
would be can be inferred when it is recalled that scores of persons came
alive out of that wreck, with simply the band of a shirt or a
night-dress held by its button about the neck as the only reminder that
ever a cover of clothing had been theirs.
A little meeting of my assistants early held assigned each to his duty
and his place. A warehouse, fortunately still intact, was generously
supplied by Mr. John Sealy. Major James A. McDowell, with the
experience of this branch of Red Cross work from Johnstown down, and the
record of twenty-six battles in the old civil war, was placed in charge.
Here is one of the scenes given by a casual eye-witness:
A poor feeble-looking man, with scant clothing, enters the warehouse and
waits. "Hello there," calls the observant major--with his Grand Army
button--overhauling clothes for the visitor. "But, major, I was a
Confederate soldier." "Lord bless your poor suffering soul, what
difference does that make? Here, this will suit you."
It was thought advisable by some of the party to establish an orphanage,
which was done and carried through, regardless of the common-sense idea
that few children would survive, when the parents were drowned. And so
it proved, although the work was faithfully administered.
Homes must be made, lumber obtained, and houses built. The Red Cross
sent out the appeal for lumber and aided in the work of shelter.
Mrs. Fannie B. Ward was placed in charge of a special clothing
department. Need I remind thoughtful readers that in a disaster like
that, where people of affluence, culture, and position are in a night
bereft of all, one of the cruelest features might be to go to the open
boxes of a relief station for clothing, such as never before worn, and
could not be asked for through the choking tears. In all humanity these
cases must be properly, respectfully, and discreetly met, as one lady
could meet another in distress.
No more vivid picture of the conditions by which we were surrounded can
be imagined than the following extract from Mrs. Ward's report:
"Just seven days after the storm we found ourselves stranded at Texas
City, on the mainland opposite Galveston Island, waiting for
transportation across the six-mile stretch of water. Bridges had been
swept away, and new sand-bars thrown up in the bay; floating roofs and
timbers impeded navigation, and the only method of communication between
the mainland and Galveston was one poor little ferry-boat, which had to
feel her now dangerous way very cautiously, by daylight only. She had
also to carry nearly a quarter of her capacity in soldiers to prevent
her being swamped by waiting crowds of people, frantic to learn the
fate of their friends on the island. Each trip to the mainland, the boat
came filled with refugees from the city of doom--the sick, the maimed,
the sorrowing--many with fearful bodily injuries inflicted by the storm,
and others with deeper wounds of grief;--mothers whose babies had been
torn from their arms, children whose parents were missing, fathers whose
entire families were lost--a dazed and tearless throng, such as Danté
might have met in his passage through Inferno. These were dumped by
thousands on the sandy beach at Texas City, and then conveyed by rail to
Houston, to be cared for by the good people of that city, who,
notwithstanding their own grievous losses, were doing noble work for
their stricken neighbors.
"Of Texas City--a flourishing town of four or five thousand
houses--nothing remained but heaps of bricks and splintered wood, sodden
bales of cotton and bits of household furniture, scattered over the
plain; not a standing habitation within miles, nor any shelter for the
crowds above-mentioned, except two or three hospital-tents, hastily set
up for the sick and wounded, but inadequate for their accommodation.
What was our dismay when told that here we must remain at least
twenty-four hours, for the return of the boat! However, we were better
off, even physically, than most of the waiting crowd, though weariness
of the flesh amounted to actual suffering, after more than fifty hours'
travel. As a special courtesy to Miss Barton, the railway company left a
car to shelter her during the night. Luxurious Pullmans did not abound
at Texas City, and this was the shabbiest of day-coaches, equipped with
few 'modern conveniences.' But this was no time to think of personal
comfort, on the threshold of so much misery; and who could murmur when
the head of our little company set such an heroic example of patience. I
have seen her in many trying situations, that threatened the fortitude
and endurance of the strongest--and have yet to hear the first word of
complaint from her lips. She smilingly 'bunked' upon two seats laid
together--compared to which, for softness, the _penitente's_ slab of
stone would be as 'downy beds of ease'--and encouraged her companions to
do the same. Hunger and thirst would also have been our portion, had it
not been for a Salvation Army Corps encamped in the vicinity, and the
Relief Train of the Philadelphia North American, stranded like
ourselves. Thanks to those good Samaritans, we dined and breakfasted on
tinned beef, bread and coffee; and what more could good soldiers
require?
"That night in Texas City will be long remembered. Sleep was out of the
question--stretched on those cross-bars, like St. Lawrence on his
gridiron. Soldiers patrolled the beach, not only to prevent a stampede
of the boat, but to protect both the quick and the dead from fiends in
human guise, who prowled the devastated region, committing atrocities
too horrible to name. All night the steady tramp, tramp, of the guard
sounded beneath the car-windows, while at either door stood two
sentinels, muskets on shoulders. Skies of inky blackness, studded with
stars of extraordinary brilliancy, seemed to bend much nearer the earth
than at the North; and the Great Dipper hung low on the horizon--for
only just across the Gulf it disappears to give place to the Southern
Cross. Myriads of big, bright fire-flies, resembling balls of flame,
flitted restlessly over the plain, like the disembodied souls whose
homes were here one short week before, searching for their scattered
treasures. Over on Galveston Island, a long line of flame, mounting to
the heavens, marked the burning of ruined homes and corpses; while other
fires, in all directions on the mainland, told of similar ghastly
cremations. At one time I counted twenty-three of these fires, not
including those on the island. Early in the morning a strange odor drew
attention to a fresh funeral-pyre, only a few rods away, around the
horse-shoe curve of the shore. We were told that thirty bodies, found
since daybreak in the immediate vicinity, were being consumed in it.
That peculiar smell of burning flesh, so sickening at first, became
horribly familiar within the next two months, when we lived in it and
breathed it, day after day.
"We found the situation in Galveston infinitely worse than had been
described. The most sensational accounts of the yellowest journals fell
far short of the truth--simply because its full horror was beyond the
power of words to portray. Figures and statistics can give little idea
of the results of such an appalling calamity; and to this day, people
at a distance have no realization of the unutterable woe which our Red
Cross band of less than a dozen, strove to alleviate. We arrived on the
eighth day after the tragedy, in which upward of ten thousand lives went
suddenly out in storm and darkness; and the survivors were just
beginning to realize the extent of their losses.
"At first they seemed stunned to partial insensibility by the very
magnitude of their grief--as a man who has been mangled almost unto
death in a railroad disaster is said to be oblivious to pain. Dead
citizens lay by thousands amid the wreck of their homes, and raving
maniacs searched the _débris_ for their loved ones, with the organized
gangs of workers. Corpses, dumped by barge-loads into the Gulf, came
floating back to menace the living; and the nights were lurid with
incinerations of putrefying bodies, piled like cord-wood, black and
white together, irrespective of age, sex, or previous condition. At
least four thousand dwellings had been swept away, with all their
contents, and fully half of the population of the city was without
shelter, food, clothes, or any of the necessaries of life. Of these,
some were living in tents; others crowded in with friends hardly less
unfortunate; many half-crazed, wandering aimlessly about the streets,
and the story of their sufferings, mental and physical, is past the
telling. Every house that remained was a house of mourning. Of many
families every member had been swept away. Even sadder were the numerous
cases where one or two were left out of recently happy households; and
saddest of all was the heart-breaking suspense of those whose friends
were numbered among the 'missing.'
"We find it hard enough to lay away our dead in consecrated ground, with
all the care and tenderness that love can suggest, where we may water
the sacred spot with our tears and place upon it the flowers they loved
in life; but never to know whether their poor bodies were swallowed by
the merciless Gulf, or fed to the fishes with those grewsome
barge-loads, or left above ground to become an abomination in the
nostrils of the living, or burned in indiscriminate heaps with horses
and dogs and the mingled ashes scattered to the winds--must indeed have
been well-nigh unbearable. No wonder there were lunatics in Galveston,
and unnumbered cases of nervous prostration.
"After weeks had passed and two thousand men, aided by several hundred
teams, had partially reduced the mountain of wreckage, cremation fires
yet burned continuously--fed not only by human bodies, but by thousands
of carcasses of domestic animals. By that time, in the hot, moist
atmosphere of the latitude, decomposition had so far advanced that the
corpses--which at first were decently carried in carts or on stretchers,
then shoveled upon boards or blankets--had finally to be scooped up with
pitchforks, in the hands of negroes, kept at their awful task by the
soldiers' bayonets. And still the 'finds' continued, at the average rate
of seventy a day. The once beautiful driving beach was strewn with
mounds and trenches, holding unrecognized and uncoffined victims of the
flood; and between this improvised cemetery and a ridge of _débris_,
three miles long and in places higher than the houses had been, a line
of cremation fires poisoned the air.
"I think it was during our sixth week in Galveston, when, happening to
pass one of these primitive crematories, I stopped to interview the man
in charge. Boards, water-soaked mattresses, rags of blankets and
curtains, part of a piano, baby-carriages, and the framework of
sewing-machines, piled on top, gave it the appearance of a festive
bonfire, and only the familiar odor betrayed its purpose.
"'Have you burned any bodies here?' I inquired. The custodian regarded
me with a stare that plainly said, 'Do you think I am doing this for
amusement?' and shifted his quid from cheek to cheek before replying.
"'Ma'am,' said he, 'this 'ere fire's been goin' on more'n a month. To my
knowledge, upwards of sixty bodies have been burned in it--to say
nothin' of dogs, cats, hens, and three cows.'
"'What is in there now?' I asked.
"'Wa'al,' said he meditatively, 'it takes a corpse several days to burn
all up. I reckon thar's a couple of dozen of 'em--jest bones, you
know--down near the bottom. Yesterday we put seven on top of this 'ere
pile, and by now they are only what you might call baked. To-day we have
been working over there (pointing to other fires a quarter of a mile
distant), where we found a lot of 'em, 'leven under one house. We have
put only two in here to-day. Found 'em just now, right in that puddle.'
"'Could you tell me who they are?' I asked.
"'Lord! No,' was the answer. 'We don't look at 'em any more'n we have
to, else we'd been dead ourselves before to-day. One of these was a
colored man. They are all pretty black, now; but you can tell 'em by the
kinky hair. He had nothin' but an undershirt and one shoe. The other was
a woman; young, I reckon. 'Tenny rate she was tall and slim and had lots
of long brown hair. She wore a blue silk skirt and there was a rope tied
around her waist, as if somebody had tried to save her.'
"Taking a long pole he prodded an air-hole near the center of the
smoldering heap, from which now issued a frightful smell, that caused a
hasty retreat to the windward side. The withdrawal of the pole was
followed by a shower of charred bits of bone and singed hair. I picked
up a curling, yellow lock and wondered, with tears, what mother's hand
had lately caressed it.
"'That's nothin',' remarked the fireman. 'The other day we found part of
a brass chandelier, and wound all around it was a perfect mop of long,
silky hair--with a piece of skin, big as your two hands, at the end of
it. Some woman got tangled up that way in the flood and jest na'cherly
scalped.'
"I mention these incidents merely to show some of the conditions that
had to be met. The most we could do for the grief-stricken survivors was
to mitigate in some degree their bodily distress. The world knows how
generously the whole country responded to the call--how contributions
came pouring in by trainloads and shiploads, consigned to the Red Cross.
To distribute all this bounty judiciously was a herculean task--and our
working force was very small. The ladies and gentlemen of Galveston who
had suffered less than their neighbors, formed themselves into
committees, which opened relief stations in the several wards; and
through these channels the bulk of supplies was issued. If mistakes were
made, it was not from lack of faithful endeavor on the part of the
distributers; and let us hope that the errors, if any, were all on the
side of too liberal giving.
"Merely to sort over one carload of garments, so as to make them
immediately available--to put the infants' clothes in one department,
the shoes in another, grown-up dresses in another, coats and trousers in
another, underwear in another--was a work of time and strength; as the
writer, who for a while was 'Mistress of the Robes,' can testify. From 7
A. M. till dark we toiled; and when at last we dragged ourselves back to
the hotel, too wearied for anything but bed, 'tired Nature's sweet
restorer' was hard to woo, because of aching feet and swollen muscles.
But the experience was well worth it! Besides the joy of administering
to the suffering, what we learned of human nature (mostly good, I am
glad to say) would fill volumes. To be sure, there were shadows, as well
as lights, in the picture. Greed and hypocrisy, jealousy, malice, and
the reverse of Christian charity, came sometimes unpleasantly to the
fore, to be offset by the magnificent generosity of the American nation,
and the knowledge that in most quarters our efforts were appreciated.
Most of us were unused to manual labor, and all had left comfortable
homes--some at considerable financial sacrifice of well-salaried
positions, not for earthly gain or self-aggrandizement, but from pure
love of the splendid cause of the Cross of Geneva.
"In that Rag Fair department of old clothes, the ludicrous and pathetic
called for an equal blending of smiles and tears. It seemed as if every
household, from Maine to California, from the St. Lawrence to the Rio
Grande, had rummaged its attics for the flood sufferers. Merchants
delivered themselves of years' accumulations of shop-worn
goods--streaked, faded, of fashions long gone by--but a great deal
better than nothing for the destitute. There were at least a million
shirtwaists, all thin and summery, though cold winter was at hand, when
frequent 'northers' chill the very marrow in one's bones, and ice and
snow are not unknown on Galveston Island. There was another million of
'Mother Hubbard' wrappers, all of the sleaziest print and scrimpest
pattern, with inch-wide hems at bottom and no fastening to speak
of--wrappers enough to disfigure every female in Southern Texas. Fancy a
whole city full of women masquerading in those shapeless garments--the
poorest of their class; and then remember that, a few years ago, the
great and glorious State of Pennsylvania found it necessary to pass a
law--presumably for the peace of mind of her male citizens--forbidding
the wearing of 'Mother Hubbards' in the street!
"One day there came to our warehouse a large case of beautiful, buttoned
shoes, of the kind called 'Sorosis.' 'What a bonanza!' we thought, when
that box was opened--and through our minds went trooping a procession of
the shoeless feet we had longed to comfort. But behold! every blessed
shoe of the one hundred and forty-four was for the left foot!
"There was an enormous box from a city laundry, containing the unclaimed
'washings' of many years--hundreds of waiters' aprons and cooks' caps,
worn hotel towels and napkins, ragged shirts and collars--not a thing
worth the lumber in the box, except as old linen for the hospitals.
There was a great deal of bedraggled finery, than which nothing could
have been less appropriate, when nine out of every ten women who applied
for clothes, wanted plain black in which to mourn for their dead. And
the hats and bonnets were of every shape and style within the memory of
man! They were mostly so crushed in careless packing that to have
worshiped them would have been no sin, according to Scripture, as they
were no longer in the 'likeness of anything in the heavens above, or the
earth beneath, or the waters under the earth.' There were workmen's
blouses and overalls, evidently shed in haste, under a sudden impulse of
generosity--plastered with grease, paint, and mortar, and odoriferous of
that by which honest bread is said to be earned.
"Occasionally a box or barrel was found to contain garments
disgracefully dirty and ragged, or dropping in pieces from the ravages
of moths. Possibly the sending of such worthless trash produced in the
hearts of the donors that comfortable feeling of lending to the
Lord--but it was no use at our end of the line. What to do with it was a
problem. The lowest plantation darky would regard the gift as an insult,
and to burn even the filthiest rags would give rise to stories of wanton
waste. So we hit upon an expedient which had been successfully employed
in other fields--that of putting worthless articles in nice, clean
barrels, rolling them out on the doorstep, and forgetting to bring them
in at night; and every morning the barrels were found empty.
"In striking contrast to these few 'shadows' were such gifts as that of
the New England girl, who sent a large, carefully packed satchel,
accompanied by a letter, explaining that she was seventeen years of age,
and had taken from her own wardrobe an outfit, intended for a
flood-sufferer of about her own age, whom the clothes would fit. The
satchel contained three good suits complete, from hat to hose--all that
a girl would need--even veil, handkerchiefs and fan; and it is needless
to add that they soon found their way to a most grateful young
'sufferer.' Here a poor widow divided her well-worn 'mourning' with some
stranger sister-in-grief; there the bereaved mother brought out the
treasured garments her little one had worn, for some happier mother who
had lost only earthly possessions.
"Letters by hundreds were found in the packages, pertinent and
impertinent, but all demanding answers. They were stuffed into old shoes
and the linings of hats, cracked tea-pots and boxes of soap, combs and
matches. Every small boys' knickerbockers contained a note--generally
of original spelling and laboriously written in large capitals, from
'Tommy' or 'Johnnie' or 'Charley,' asking a reply, telling all about the
storm, from the boy who should receive the gift. Sentimental epistles
from ladies were hidden in the pockets of coats and trousers, inviting
correspondence with the future wearers; and billet-doux from
disconsolate widowers, presumably beginning to 'take notice,' were
pinned to the raiment of deceased wives. Such manifold phases have our
poor human nature! Happily there was another and far more numerous class
of letters, from charitable men and women, offering to adopt children,
or to assist in any way in their power; from Sunday-school classes and
sewing societies and day-schools, enclosing small sums of money, or
telling of gifts to come. There was even a letter from an almshouse,
enclosing a check for eighty dollars, raised by thirty aged pensioners,
who gave up their only luxuries--coffee, sugar, and tobacco--to swell
the fund for Galveston's relief. Another came from the poor, forgotten
negroes of the Carolina sea islands, to whose assistance the Red Cross
went, after their disastrous floods a few years ago. Impelled by
gratitude for the benefits then received, those simple-minded people
contributed a surprising amount, considering their poverty. Truly, in
heaven's reckoning those unselfish 'mites' of the poor and lowly will
count for as much as the millions given by the great cities.
"Notwithstanding the vast amount of old clothes that came to us, we were
always particularly short of the most important articles of an outfit,
such as underwear, respectable skirts and dresses, and shoes--except of
extraordinary sizes, sent because unsalable. It frequently happened
that, for days together, there was hardly a thing in stock fit for
people of the better class. It must be remembered that we were not
supplying tramps and beggars, nor the ordinary applicants for charity,
but ladies and gentlemen, accustomed to the luxuries of life, whose
possessions had been suddenly swept away. How could we offer those
dreadful wrappers, or bedraggled finery, or soiled and ragged garments
which our servants would despise, to ladies of taste, culture, and
refinement, whom we had come to assist in their misfortune, not to
insult? Therefore, in many cases, the only decent thing to do was to go
out and buy what was needed, with some of those blessed contributions
which bore the message, 'to be used at your own discretion.' That was
Christian charity, pure and simple, in its most practical form. For
example: A widow, of highest social standing and former wealth, lived
with her three daughters in one of those ill-fated cottages near the
beach, which was swept away with all its contents. Thus the four
helpless women were left entirely destitute, even the clothes on their
backs borrowed from neighbors a little less unfortunate. Friends in a
Northern city wrote, offering them a home. Transportation could be
easily provided, but the four must be fitted out for the journey. We
searched the Rag Fair over, but found few suitable articles. Perhaps
something better might come in by and by, next week, some other time;
but for every hoped-for article were a hundred waiting applicants--and
meanwhile those ladies must be supported until sent to their friends. To
say nothing of their own feelings, and ours, we could not disgrace the
Red Cross by sending that stately gray-haired mother and the three
delicate young ladies out into the world equipped by our alleged bounty
in scanty calico 'Mother Hubbards,' men's cow-hide brogans, and
scare-crow headgear. So we picked out what would answer--here and there
a garment which might be altered, the only pair of shoes in the place
that came near to fitting one of the ladies, a bolt of unbleached muslin
which they, themselves, could fashion into underclothes, and four
disreputable old hats. The latter we gave to a local milliner to remodel
and trim, simply but respectably. Then we went to the store and
purchased shoes and other necessary articles, including enough
inexpensive but serviceable cloth for four gowns and jackets, and
employed a woman to make them.
"This was not extravagance, but good use of the money, all around:--for
the poor little milliner whose shop had been destroyed and business
ruined, whose children were then eating the bread of charity; and for
the customless dressmaker, who was also a grievous sufferer by the
flood, with younger sisters to support. We gave her the first work she
had had for weeks, and her gratitude was good to see.
"As for merchants, who were all on the verge of failure, but making
heroic efforts to keep afloat--Heaven knows we did them injury enough
every day of our stay in Galveston, to be thankful for the privilege of
occasionally becoming their patrons. Not only had they suffered immense
losses by the storm, their stocks being practically ruined and customers
gone--but who would buy, so long as the Red Cross had food and clothes
to give away, without money and without price? Though ours is a noble
and necessary work, it is never to the advantage of the local merchants,
as a little reflection will show.
"Another case was that of a young woman, who, with an aged relative, was
keeping a hotel in a near-by village, when the floods lifted their house
from its foundations and ruined everything in it. Its four walls stood,
however, and furnished shelter for all the houseless neighbors, who
flocked in, naked and hungry, and with whom the generous girl divided
her last garment and bit of food. Death also entered the family, twice
within a few weeks--the last time leaving a sister's four half-grown
children for this young woman to maintain. Take them she must, because
they had nowhere else to go. Finding her in terrible straits, without
even clothes to wear to her sister's funeral, were we not justified in
buying the heroic young woman a decent suit of black, besides sending
her a box of food supplies? Why were we there, if not to exercise
judgment in the matter of relief? If merely to distribute second-hand
articles, without discrimination, we might have saved ourselves much
peril and hardship by remaining at home, and sending the boxes down to
take care of themselves.
"None of us will ever forget the grandniece of an ex-President of the
United States--a handsome and imposing woman of middle age, traveled,
educated, and evidently accustomed to the best society. She called one
day at headquarters, and although she did not ask for aid, the truth
came out in a heart-to-heart talk with Miss Barton that she had lost all
in the storm and had not where to lay her head, nor food for the morrow;
even the clothes she wore were not her own. Nobody living could put this
lady on the pauper list, and none with a spark of human feeling could
wish to wound her pride. Our honored President, who reads hearts as
others do open books, clasped this unfortunate sister's hand--and left
in it a bank-note--I do not know of what denomination, but let us hope
it was not a small one. The look of surprise and gratitude that flashed
over that woman's face was worth going far to see, as, speechless with
emotion, the tears streaming down her cheeks, she turned away.
"One might go on multiplying incidents by the hour, did time permit.
There were teachers to be fitted out with suitable clothes before the
opening of the schools; boys and girls needing school-books and shoes,
caps, and jackets; new-born babes to be provided, whose wardrobes,
prepared in advance, had been swept away; mothers of families, destitute
of the commonest conveniences of life, to whom the gift of a pan or
kettle was a godsend; aged people, whose declining years must be
comforted; invalids to be cheered with little luxuries. My greatest
regret is that we had not hundreds of dollars to use for every one that
was expended in these directions."
My stenographer, Miss Agnes Coombs, found her post by me, and sixty to
eighty letters a day, taken from dictation, made up the clerical round
of the office of the president. This duty fell in between attending the
daily meetings of the relief committee and receiving constant calls both
in and out of the city.
Our men made up their living-room at the warehouse. The few women
remained at the hotel, the only suitable place in the town.
Later on arrived a shipload of supplies from the business people of New
York, which were stored with the Galveston committee, and we were asked
to aid in the distribution of these supplies, and to a certain extent we
did, but succeeded in organizing a committee of citizens, ladies and
gentlemen, to carry out and complete this distribution.
From lack of knowledge of the real conditions of the disaster and its
geographical extent, this munificent donation had been assigned to the
"Relief of Galveston," and thus, technically, Galveston had no authority
to administer a pound or a dollar to any communities or persons outside
of the precincts of the city proper. This left at least twenty counties
on the mainland on the other side of the Gulf, some of which were as
badly wrecked and ruined as Galveston itself, without a possibility of
the slightest benefit from this great, generous gift.
Seeing this pitiful and innocently unjust condition of affairs, the
result of ignorance of relief work, undertaken with much zeal but scant
knowledge and no experience, we sought a way to atone for the mistake,
so far as we might be able.
Immediately closing our relief rooms in Galveston I had all Red Cross
supplies shipped to Houston, and relief for the mainland opened there.
These were farming districts, and I directed intelligent inquiry to be
made as to what was most needed by the devastated farm lands and their
owners. All was swept away--sometimes as far as forty miles back into
the level country; often the soil itself was washed away, the home and
all smaller animals destroyed, and no feed for the larger ones to
subsist on. The poor farmers walked their desolated fields and wrung
their hands.
It proved that this was the strawberry section of Southern Texas, and
these were the strawberry growers that supplied the early berries to our
Northern market. For miles not a plant was left and no means to
replant. This was reported to me on the first day's investigation, and
also that if plants could be obtained and set within two weeks a half
crop could be grown this year and the industry restored. That seemed a
better occupation for these poor fellows than walking the ground and
wringing their hands. The messenger was sent back at daybreak to
ascertain how many plants would be needed to replant these lands, where
they were accustomed to procure them, and what varieties were best
adapted to their use.
That night brought again the messenger to say that a million and a half
of plants would reset the lands and that their supply came from the
nurseries in North Carolina, Illinois, Arkansas, and Louisiana.
Directions were sent back to Mr. Ward to order the plants to be there in
two weeks. This was done. Only thirty-eight thousand plants were injured
in transit, and those were generously resupplied by the shippers. Within
the two weeks this million and a half of strawberry plants were set. It
was estimated that fully a third of a crop was realized that year, and
it is safe to predict that one-half the readers of this little sketch
will partake of the fruits of these Red Cross relief strawberry fields
this very springtime.
Other needs to a large amount were supplied by Mr. Ward, and we left no
idle, wringing hands on the mainlands of Texas.
I had never left Galveston. Some other thoughtful reader may pitifully
ask, what became of these miles of wreckage and the dead on the
Galveston seashore?
At this distant day it may be safe to tell. I recall that at the time
much criticism was indulged in.
All were burned.
The heat grew greater and the stench stronger every day. They tried to
remove the _débris_ and get the bodies out for burial. No human being
could work in that putrefying mass. Previously had come the glorious
thought of getting them into boats and shipping them a mile out to sea.
With hopeful hearts this experiment was tried for one day. Alas! the
night tide brought them all back to shore. The elements of earth and
water had refused--what remained but fire? Openings in the long
continuous lines were cut through at given spaces, the fire engines set
to play on the open, and the torch applied to the end of sections; thus
a general conflagration of the city was prevented, and from day to day
the pile diminished.
The stench of burning flesh permeated every foot of the city. Who could
long withstand this? Before the end of three months there was scarcely a
well person in Galveston. My helpers grew pale and ill, and even I, who
have resisted the effect of so many climates, needed the help of a
steadying hand as I walked to the waiting Pullman on the track,
courteously tendered free of charge to take us away.
This is a tedious story; but if gone through, one has a little insight
into the labor of a Red Cross field of relief. There are twenty in my
recollection, and this was by no means the hardest or the most useful.
They have been lived, but never told.
I beg my readers to bear in mind that this is not romance that I am
writing, where I can place my characters in the best light and shape
results at will, but history, with my personages still alive, ready to
attest the reality of this statement. That grand committee of Galveston
relief--than whom no nobler body of men I have ever met--are, I hope,
all yet alive to testify to the conditions and statements made.
I have dedicated this little volume to the people with whom, and for
whom, have gone the willing labors of twenty-five years--initial labors,
untried methods, and object lessons. Well or ill, they have carried with
them the best intentions and the best judgment given for the purpose.
Whatever may betide or the future have in store for the little work so
simply commenced, so humbly carried on, merely a helper with no thought
of leadership, it bears along with it the memories of pain assuaged,
hope revived, endeavor strengthened, and lives saved.
To the noble sympathies of generous hearts these results are due, and
yet it is not in its past that the glories or the benefits of the Red
Cross lie, but in the possibilities it has created for the future; in
the lessons it has taught; in the avenues to humane effort it has
opened, and in the union of beneficent action between people and
Government, when once comprehended and effected, that shall constitute
a bulwark against the mighty woes sure to come sooner or later to all
peoples and all nations.
To you--the people of America--this sacred trust is committed, in your
hands the charge is laid. To none will your help ever be so precious as
it has been to me, for in its proud growth and strength none will ever
so need you.
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