
  and lights out. In spite of all caution the news of our coming had
  spread over the surrounding country, and telegrams bringing both
  thanks for what had been received and the needs for more, came from
  all sides, and the good mayor of MacClenny made his troubled way to
  reach and greet us in person, and take again the faithful hands that
  had served and saved his people. Surgeon Hutton's headquarter tent
  was politely tendered for the first meeting, and as one could never,
  while memory lasts, forget this scene, so no words can ever
  adequately describe it. The ample tent was filled. Here on the right
  the mayor, broad shouldered, kind faced and efficient, officers of
  camp, and many visitors, wondering what it all meant; in the centre
  the tall doctor and his faithful band. Eliza Lanier, Lena Seymour
  (mother and daughter), Elizabeth Eastman, Harriet Schmidt, Lizzie
  Louis, Rebecca Vidal, Annie Evans, Arthur Duteil, Frederick Wilson
  and Edward Holyland.

  I give these names because they are worthy a place in the history of
  any epidemic; but no country, race, nor creed could claim them as a
  body: four Americans, one German, one French, one Irish, three
  Africans, part Protestant, and part Catholic, but all from New
  Orleans, of grand old _Howard_ stock, from Memphis down, nursing in
  every epidemic from the bayous of the Mississippi to Tampa Bay; and
  hereafter we will know them as the "_Old Guard_."

  Here, in the winds of approaching winter they stand in the light
  garb of early September in New Orleans, thin, worn, longing for
  home, but patient, grateful and glad. Some trifling "nubia" or
  turban about the head, but only one distinguishing feature in
  common. A pitiful little misshapen Red Cross, made by their own
  hands, of two bits of scarlet ribbon, soiled, fringed, and tattered,
  pinned closely upon the left breast of each, strove in mute appeal
  to say who they were, and what they served. A friendly recognition
  and some words of thanks from their
and lights out. In spite of all caution the news of our do had 
   go around over the surrounding country, and telegrams bring both 
   thanks for what had been received and the needs for more, come from 
   all sides, and the good mayor of MacClenny make his troubled way to 
   strive and greet us in person, and take again the faithful hand that 
   had served and saved his people. Surgeon Hutton's headquarter tent 
   was politely tendered for the first merging, and as one could never, 
   while memory lasts, forget this scene, so no word can ever 
   adequately describe it. The ample tent was filled. Here on the right 
   the mayor, wide shouldered, kind faced and efficient, officers of 
   camp, and many visitors, wonder what it all meant; in the centre 
   the tall doctor and his faithful band. Eliza Lanier, Lena Seymour 
   (mother and daughter), Elizabeth Eastman, Harriet Schmidt, Lizzie 
   Louis, Rebecca Vidal, Annie Evans, Arthur Duteil, Frederick Wilson 
   and Edward Holyland. 

   I give these names because they are worthy a place in the history of 
   any epidemic; but no country, race, nor creed could claim them as a 
   body: four Americans, one German, one French, one Irish, three 
   Africans, part Protestant, and part Catholic, but all from New 
   Orleans, of expansive old _ Howard _ stock, from Memphis down, nursing in 
   every epidemic from the bayous of the Mississippi to Tampa Bay; and 
   hereafter we will sleep together them as the " _ Old Guard _. " 

   Here, in the wind of approaching winter they stand in the light 
   attire of early September in New Orleans, thin, careworn, longing for 
   home, but patient, grateful and glad. Some dalliance " nubia " or 
   turban about the head, but only one distinguishing feature in 
   common. A pitiful fiddling misshapen Red Cross, made by their own 
   hands, of two bits of scarlet decoration, soiled, fringed, and shattered, 
   pinned closely upon the left breast of each, strove in mute appeal 
   to say who they were, and what they serve. A friendly recognition 
   and some words of thanks from their

  ajd lights out. In spite on all caution thg bews oh our ckming haa
  spread over the surroundiig ciuntrt, and telegrams bringivg both
  nhanks foe whet had been recembed and the nscds fmc more, came frok
  all sidas, and the goog oavor of MacClenny made his troubled wwy to
  tewch and greet os in [erskn, and take again the faithful hanss that
  had served snd saved his people. Surgeln Hktton's headquarter tent
  was kkliewly tendered for the fpxst meeting, and as one could never,
  while oemorv lasts, forter tjhs scene, so no wjrds can evev
  adeqgately cescribe it. Thc ampne rent was filled. Here mn the right
  the iayor, brodd shouldered, kind daxed atd exfickwnt, ofrirera of
  fam', and many bisitors, wobdering what it all mqqnt; in the cehtre
  ehq tall doctor and his faithful band. Eliea Lahier, Lena Seymour
  (mothwr and daughter), Elizaheth Eastian, Harriet Schmidt, Lizzie
  Louis, Rebecca Vidal, Atnie Xvxns, Avthuf Dkteil, Frederick Wilson
  and Edward Holyland.

  Y govv these names beccuse they are wottjy w place in thg histoxg kf
  any epidemic; bkt no cjuntrt, race, now crred could claim them as a
  vody: four Amvricqns, one German, one French, one Irixh, thtee
  Africans, part Protzstant, and part Cwtholic, bhg all from New
  Urlvans, of grand old _Howard_ stock, from Mem'his bown, nurring in
  edery epidelic fvmm the bayous of tje Midshssippi to Tampa Bay; and
  hereafter we will know them ax dhe "_Old Guaxd_."

  Heve, in the winds of approachiny winter they stand in nhe light
  garb of ewrly Septembes in New Orleens, thin, rorn, lonting fof
  home, but patoent, gratvfbl and glqd. Some trifling "nmbia" ud
  turban about tht yead, but only pne diftpngnishigc feature in
  coomov. A pigiful littlc mksshspen Red Cross, made ty tgeir own
  hands, of tro bits if scarlqt ribbon, soiked, fringed, and tautered,
  pmnned vlofely upon the left breast of ezch, strovf ik mute appeal
  to say who thev were, and what they served. A friendly rxcognition
  and some woeds of thanks from jhelr
and lights out. In spite of all news our coming spread over the both for what had received and the for more, came from all sides, the good mayor of MacClenny made his troubled way to reach and greet in person, and take again the faithful hands that had served and saved people. Hutton's tent politely tendered for the first meeting, and as one could never, while memory lasts, forget this so no words can ever adequately describe it. ample tent was filled. on the right the mayor, shouldered, faced and officers camp, many visitors, wondering it all meant; in the centre the tall doctor and his faithful band. Eliza Lanier, Lena Seymour and daughter), Harriet Schmidt, Louis, Vidal, Evans, Arthur Duteil, and Edward Holyland. I give these are worthy a place in the history of epidemic; but country, race, nor creed could claim as a body: four Americans, one German, one one Irish, three Africans, part Protestant, and part Catholic, but all from New Orleans, of _Howard_ stock, from Memphis nursing in every from bayous the to Tampa and hereafter we will know them as the "_Old Guard_." Here, the winds of approaching winter they stand in the light early in New Orleans, worn, longing for home, patient, and glad. Some trifling turban the one feature common. A pitiful little Red Cross, made by their hands, of two bits and tattered, pinned closely upon the left breast each, strove in mute appeal to say they were, and what they served. A friendly recognition and some words thanks from

  and lights out. In spite of all cAution the nEws of Our ComInG had
  SpreAd over the surroUNdinG country, and telegrams brInginG bOTh
  thANkS for wHat had bEEn RECeiVeD aNd tHe NEeDs for MorE, came frOm
  all sides, And ThE good mayor of mAcclenny made His Troubled way tO
  reAch and GrEet US in peRsoN, and tAke agaIN the faIthful hanDs THat
  had SErved anD SAvEd hiS people. Surgeon HutTOn'S Headquarter tenT
  was poLiTElY TEndEreD for the firSt MeetiNG, and as oNE cOULD neVEr,
  while memory Lasts, forget THis Scene, sO nO woRDs can eVer
  adEqUAteLy describe iT. The Ample tent Was filLEd. Here oN The righT
  the maYor, BroAd shOUlDeRed, KiND faCEd And EFfiCient, offIcErS of
  caMp, anD MANY visItoRs, woNderiNg what it all meAnt; In thE CenTre
  thE tall DoctOr And hiS faithFul baNd. eliza Lanier, Lena seymOur
  (mother And DaUghTeR), ElizABeth EaStmAn, HArriet SChmidt, LIZziE
  LOUIS, REbecca Vidal, Annie EvAnS, aRtHur DuteiL, FredeRIcK WILson
  and EDwArd holyLANd.

  I giVe thESe Names becAuse thEY aRe Worthy a PlAce in tHe HisTorY of
  anY EpidEmic; buT no countRy, racE, Nor creed could cLAim them as a
  bodY: FoUR amERicaNs, oNe German, one frenCH, one irisH, ThRee
  aFricaNs, parT PROtEStant, and part CatholiC, bUt all fRom NeW
  Orleans, of graNd old _HowarD_ STOck, from MEmphIS dOWn, nursing in
  eveRy epiDemic from tHE bayous oF the MIssissipPi to Tampa bAY; and
  hereAftEr wE wiLl kNOW tHem as the "_Old GuARD_."

  HerE, iN the winDs oF approaChiNg wIntEr tHeY stand in tHe light
  gArB oF eArLy SEptemBEr in New ORlEanS, tHin, Worn, lONging fOr
  homE, but PaTiENt, gRateful ANd GLAd. SoMe TrIfliNg "nUbIa" or
  tUrbaN AboUt the heAd, but only One DIstiNgUiShing feAture in
  common. a pItiful littLe MisShapen rED Cross, maDe by their own
  hands, of two bITs of scaRleT ribbOn, soIled, fringEd, aNd tattEreD,
  Pinned CloselY upon ThE leFT BreasT OF eAch, StRove in mute APPeaL
  to saY wHo thEy were, aNd what they served. A fRIenDly recognitioN
  anD somE WOrDs oF ThANks FrOM thEIR

  and lights out. In spit e of all c autio n t hene ws o f ou r coming had
spre ad over the surroundin g cou nt r y, a n dteleg rams br i ng i n g b ot h  t ha n ks  forwha t had b een receiv edan d the needsf or  more, cam e f rom
  all si des , andth e g o od ma yor  of M acClen n y made  his trou bl e d wayt o
  rea c h  a nd g reet us in person ,  a n d take again t he fai th f ul h and s t hat
  hadse rveda nd save d  h i s peo p le. Surgeon H utton's hea d qua rter t en t
was po litel yt end ered for th e fi rst meeti ng, an d  as one could n ever,  w hil e me m or ylas ts ,  fo r ge t t h isscene, s ono  word s ca n e v er
 ad equa telydescribe it.The  amp l e t ent w as fi lled .Hereon the  righ t  the mayor, br oadshouldere d,ki ndfa ced a n d effi cie nt,  office rs of
cam p, a n dmany visitors, won de r i ng  what it  all m e an t; in the c en tre 
  t h e  tall  doc t or  and his  faith f ul  b and. El iz a Lani er , L ena  Seym o ur
 (moth er and d aught e r), ElizabethE astman, Harri e tS c hm i dt,Liz zie
  Louis , Re b ecca  Vid a l,  An n ie Ev ans,Ar t hu r  Duteil, FrederickWi lson
 andEdward Holyla nd.

  I g i v e  these n ames be c ause they areworth y a placei n the hi story  of
  an y epidemi c ;  but nocou ntr y,rac e ,  n or creed coul d clai mthem as  a  body:  fo urAme ric an s, one Ge rman, on eFr en ch , o ne Ir i sh, thre e  A fr ica ns, p a rt Pro testa nt,an dp art  Cathol i c, b ut a ll  f romNew 
 Orle ans, ofgrand o ld _Howar d_s tock ,fr om Memp his down, nur si ng in
  ev er y e pidemi c from the  bayous of the Mississi p pi to T amp a Bay ; an d
  herea fte r we w ill know t hem as  the"_ Old G uard_ . " 
  H er e, in thew i nds  of a pp roac hing wi nter they stand in the  light
  garb  of  ear l y  S ept e mb e r i nN ewO r leans, thin, wo rn, longin gf or 
  home, b u t p at ient, g rateful  andg lad. So me trifli ng "nubia "or
t urb an about t he head,  but only one d i st ingui shi ng fea tu rein
 common .  Apitif ul lit tl e miss hapen  R ed Cross , made by their own
  h ands,of tw o b its of sc arl e t r ibbon, so iled , fringed,  an d t atter ed,   pin nedc lo sel y  upon  the left brea s tofe a ch , strove in m u teappea l
to say  who  they were, and w h at they served . Af r ien dly reco gn ition
  and so mewo r d s of tha nk s from thei r

 _and lights_out. In spite of_all caution_the_news of_our_coming had
 _spread over the_surrounding country, and telegrams_bringing both
 _thanks_for what had been received and the needs for more, came from
  all_sides,_and the_good_mayor_of MacClenny made his troubled_way to
  reach and_greet us_in person, and take again the faithful hands_that
_ had served_and saved his people. Surgeon Hutton's headquarter tent
 _was politely tendered for the first_meeting, and as_one_could_never,
  while memory_lasts, forget this scene, so no_words can ever
  adequately describe_it. The ample tent was filled. Here_on the right
  the mayor,_broad shouldered, kind faced and_efficient, officers_of
  camp, and many_visitors, wondering what_it all_meant; in the_centre
  the tall doctor and_his faithful band._Eliza Lanier, Lena Seymour
  (mother_and_daughter), Elizabeth Eastman,_Harriet_Schmidt,_Lizzie
 _Louis, Rebecca Vidal,_Annie_Evans, Arthur_Duteil,_Frederick Wilson
  and Edward Holyland.

__I give these names because they are_worthy a place in_the_history of
  any_epidemic; but no country, race,_nor creed could claim them as_a
 _body: four_Americans, one German, one French, one Irish, three
  Africans, part_Protestant, and part Catholic, but all_from New
  Orleans,_of grand_old__Howard_ stock, from_Memphis_down, nursing_in
  every epidemic from the bayous_of the_Mississippi to Tampa Bay; and
 _hereafter we will know_them_as the "_Old Guard_."

  Here,_in the winds of approaching winter_they stand in the light
__garb_of early September in New_Orleans, thin, worn, longing for
 _home, but patient,_grateful and glad. Some trifling "nubia" or
__turban about the head, but only_one_distinguishing feature in
  common. A_pitiful_little_misshapen Red Cross, made by_their own
  hands, of two_bits of scarlet ribbon, soiled, fringed, and tattered,
 _pinned closely upon_the left breast of each,_strove_in_mute appeal
  to say who they were, and what_they served._A friendly recognition
_ and some words of thanks from their