Part 12 (2/2)

At this distant day it may be safe to tell. I recall that at the time much criticism was indulged in.

All were burned.

The heat grew greater and the stench stronger every day. They tried to remove the _debris_ and get the bodies out for burial. No human being could work in that putrefying ma.s.s. Previously had come the glorious thought of getting them into boats and s.h.i.+pping them a mile out to sea.

With hopeful hearts this experiment was tried for one day. Alas! the night tide brought them all back to sh.o.r.e. The elements of earth and water had refused--what remained but fire? Openings in the long continuous lines were cut through at given s.p.a.ces, the fire engines set to play on the open, and the torch applied to the end of sections; thus a general conflagration of the city was prevented, and from day to day the pile diminished.

The stench of burning flesh permeated every foot of the city. Who could long withstand this? Before the end of three months there was scarcely a well person in Galveston. My helpers grew pale and ill, and even I, who have resisted the effect of so many climates, needed the help of a steadying hand as I walked to the waiting Pullman on the track, courteously tendered free of charge to take us away.

This is a tedious story; but if gone through, one has a little insight into the labor of a Red Cross field of relief. There are twenty in my recollection, and this was by no means the hardest or the most useful.

They have been lived, but never told.

I beg my readers to bear in mind that this is not romance that I am writing, where I can place my characters in the best light and shape results at will, but history, with my personages still alive, ready to attest the reality of this statement. That grand committee of Galveston relief--than whom no n.o.bler body of men I have ever met--are, I hope, all yet alive to testify to the conditions and statements made.

I have dedicated this little volume to the people with whom, and for whom, have gone the willing labors of twenty-five years--initial labors, untried methods, and object lessons. Well or ill, they have carried with them the best intentions and the best judgment given for the purpose.

Whatever may betide or the future have in store for the little work so simply commenced, so humbly carried on, merely a helper with no thought of leaders.h.i.+p, it bears along with it the memories of pain a.s.suaged, hope revived, endeavor strengthened, and lives saved.

To the n.o.ble sympathies of generous hearts these results are due, and yet it is not in its past that the glories or the benefits of the Red Cross lie, but in the possibilities it has created for the future; in the lessons it has taught; in the avenues to humane effort it has opened, and in the union of beneficent action between people and Government, when once comprehended and effected, that shall const.i.tute a bulwark against the mighty woes sure to come sooner or later to all peoples and all nations.

To you--the people of America--this sacred trust is committed, in your hands the charge is laid. To none will your help ever be so precious as it has been to me, for in its proud growth and strength none will ever so need you.

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