No one would come near him, and Mrs.
Calhoun had kindly asked me to come and spend the holidays with them, so it fell to my lot to nurse and take care of him.

I used to go to him in the morning as soon as I got up, and sit (or stand) up with him until two or three o'clock at night, dressing his sores; running down only occasionally for my meals, and with my little lantern coming down in the dead of night, all alone, to lay my weary head and aching heart and limbs on my bed for a little rest.
But not to sleep, for whenever I closed my eyes, I had that eternal picture and scene of suffering before me.

I could find no one who was willing for love or for money to help me or relieve me for one night or day.

The disease was so offensive as well as frightful, that no one could stop in the room.

One of the Prussian "Sisters" who went up with me, kindly assisted me sometimes until she came down.