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~ "Nothing I have seen in my whole… life ever affected or depressed or haunted me like the scenes I saw that night in that church. One un-wounded old woman… held a baby on her lap… I handed a cup of water to the old woman, telling her to give it to the child, who grabbed it as if parched with thirst. As she [the baby] swallowed it hurriedly, I saw it gush right out again, a bloodstained stream, through a hole in her neck." Heartsick, I went to… find the surgeon… For a moment he stood there near the door, looking over the mass of suffering and dying women and children… The silence they kept was so complete that it was oppressive… Then to my amazement I saw that the surgeon, who I knew had served in the Civil War, attending the wounded… from the Wilderness to Appomattox, began to grow pale… 'This is the first time I've seen a lot of women and children shot to pieces,' he said. 'I can't stand it'…. Out at Wounded Knee, because a storm set in, followed by a blizzard, the bodies of the slain Indians lay untouched for three days, frozen stiff from where they had fallen. Finally they were buried in a large trench dug on the battlefield itself." [Lakota victims' bodies were subsequently dumped into a mass grave without proper grieving ceremony]
Image ~ 1891 Oversize Albumen Cabinet Card Photograph of the makeshift hospital inside the Holy Cross Episcopal Church still decorated for Christmas at the Pine Ridge Indian Agency where wounded Native American Miniconjou Sioux were cared for following the Massacre at Wounded Knee, South Dakota. Northwestern Photographic Company.