Letter from Thomas McKean, from Washington, D.C., June 27, 1862

Washington, D.C.,
June 27th 1862.

Dear Rachel – It is now two o’clock p.m. I have been at the hospital since a little after Ten. James Henderson feels more comfortable today, but I can see that he is weaker. His arm is still bleeding a little spite of a compress. Under the influence of opiates he slept quietly most of the night. He had his clothes changed this morning, and they stretched a mosquito bar over him so as to keep the flies from annoying him. His arm looked badly this morning. His mind is slightly affected, and he fancies that he is neglected. This is impossible, but I have hired one of the nurses to stay with him all the time, and to gratify all his wishes if it is possible. I got him some ice cream and strawberries today and he ate pretty freely of them. The Surgeon allows him to eat anything he fancies.

I feel much better today, myself. The shock yesterday really unnerved me, and made me unable to work.

I will write again tomorrow, and every day

Ever Yours,