At The Hospital

This article from the July 21, 1877 issue of the Baltimore American describes scenes from the hospital after the Baltimore riots.

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AT THE HOSPITAL.

THE DEAD AND DYING TOUCHING SCENES INCIDENTS OF THE MARCH UP BALTIMORE STREET.

After firing had ceased on Baltimore street, Washington University Hospital became the centre of interest to the crowd which had gathered there, knowing that to that place would be brought the wounded. In the main ward five poor fellows lay bleeding, two of them dying. About their bedsides had gathered the friends of the dying men, and the clergy too were present to administer the last sad rites to those whose lives were despaired of. Just inside of the door lay William Collendar, of No. 209 Front street, a varnisher, shot in the leg. The doctors probed the wound, but blood had been too freely lost, and it was useless to try to help the poor fellow, who was fast sinking. Father Curtis was present, and administered the last sacrament, attended by the Sisters. On the other side of the room on a cot soaked with blood, from which his condition prevented his removal, lay Mark J Doud, of North Bond street, dying. On the side of the couch sat his father and by him stood his brother. Doud was in the employ of the Adams Express Company, and at the time of the firing in front of the building he stood at his wagon, which he had just unloaded. His wound, which is on the temple, the doctors think is a saber cut, the extent of which it was no use to fathom as death it was evident would soon ensue. In what manner the wound was received it is impossible to tell. Bystanders say that he was taking no part whatsoever in the row, and though the reporter's informant stated that he was standing shoulder to shoulder with the dying man at the time he was struck, the first intimation he had of his having received the blow was seeing him falling to the ground. The poor fellow's father told the bystanders in touching words how good a son he was, how faithful and willing, sober and industrious, and then, as tears welled up and his feelings choked his utterance he bowed his head on the dying boy and wept aloud. Doud was twenty-three years old.

About this Document

  • Source: Baltimore American
  • Date: July 21, 1877