October 29.—I have had more to do today than ever, and am completely worn out. I have a very nice lady to take charge of the kitchen, whose husband is a patient and able to help her, which will be pleasant for both, and a relief to me.
Mrs. W. has typhoid fever in its worst form, and is out of her mind. An apathy comes over those who have it. I have noticed the men with it; they seem perfectly indifferent as to what becomes of them. In this state they seldom speak of home. I sometimes think this is a blessing, as they would worry about it.
A lady has just arrived who came to see her husband, and found him dead. The shock nearly made her lose her reason. Poor thing! my heart aches for her. If Lincoln and his followers could see a few scenes like this, they would surely desist from this unholy strife. This incident is of daily occurrence.
