While waiting for the army to make some Army move, G. ran up to Washington with Mr. Olmsted and Charley, on the Small, to secure more hospital supplies, and took news to Mrs. Franklin of her husband the General, at Harrison’s Point.
Abby Howland Woolsey to her sister, Eliza.
8 Brevoort Place,
July, ’62, Friday Morning.
Dear E.: Enclosed are a lot of letters for you, Georgy’s own among them. . . . She describes their doings at Washington, voyage, etc., and says the best thing Mr. Olmsted did was to get Meigs to give him fifty hospital tents, each holding twelve patients. Also to get him to promise to send the old tents stored since last winter, enough to shelter fifty thousand men. Our poor, wretched army, she says, “lies tentless and blanketless at Harrison’s Point, smitten by sun by day, and moon by night, and it only makes her cry to hear them cheer.” . .
