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at Camp Ringgold, requesting him to tell the 

 Doctor, if he did not know who I was, that we 

 were Americans, and demanded his assistance. It 

 came, but alas, his prescriptions and remedies were 

 just those we had been using, calomel as soon as 

 possible, mustard externally, great friction, opium 

 for the pain, and slight stimulants of camphor and 

 brandy. John Stevens had just returned, when 

 Howard Bakewell, [who] had been his quarter of 

 an hour watching the sick, came into my tent, where 

 I was lying on my blankets, exclaiming, *'My God, 

 boys, I've got it, Oh, what a cramp in my stomachy 

 Oh, rub me, rub away." 



Simson and Harrison took him in hand, and I 

 read and re-read Dr. Campbell's directions which 

 we followed implicitly, but all to no purpose; one 

 short half hour found Howard insensible to pain 

 or sorrow. He asked me to tell his mother he 

 had died in the Christian faith she had taught 

 him, and his friends that he had died at his duty, 

 like a man. So went one of our days opposite 

 Davis' rancho, on the never-to-be-forgotten Rio 

 Grande. 



At four o'clock, p. m., two of our small company 

 were dead, and two were lying senseless, and I told 

 the noble fellows, who, forgetting self, still strug- 

 gled for the company's good, that we would stay 

 no longer in that valley of death, but to make every 

 preparation to leave, and so they did. I was able 



