Riverview
Plantation
Near Princeton,
Mississippi
Late May
1863
Dr. Sam Elliott stood for a
moment to let his eyes adjust to the dim light in the
hallway. His pulse quickened upon hearing his wife’s voice
coming from the kitchen. He stared forward only to stop
abruptly when he caught the tone of her words.
“Hurry up! Can’t you move
any faster? And where is that boy? If he doesn’t get here
soon with Mandy we’ll lose them both!”
Suddenly Moses burst
through the kitchen door, a pot of boiling water in his
hands and Victoria close on his heels. Both stopped short at
the sight of a Confederate soldier standing by the
door.
Moses was the first to
recognize him. “Doctor Elliott, sir!”
Almost before Sam could
respond, Victoria shot forward and gripped his
arms.
“Oh, Sam! Thank God you’ve
come! Mel’s in labor! I can’t find Mandy anywhere. Moses
can’t even seem to get the water to boil! I’m so afraid
she’s going to die, Sam or lose the baby!” A sob caught in
her throat, “I just can’t bear to lose another
one!”
Sam didn’t have time to
ponder his wife’s uncharacteristic behavior. If Melinda was
in labor, he was needed immediately. Taking the stairs two
at a time, he prayed he wasn’t too late.
Melinda’s dark curls hung
wet and limp, in stark contrast to her pale face. “How on
earth did you know to come?”
He hadn't.
“My furlough came through,”
Sam answered, wiping her brow with a damp cloth, “thought
maybe you ladies could use some help around here for a
couple of days.”
Another contraction hit and
few words were spoken for the next hour as doctor and mother
fought to bring a new life into the world. When Mandy
finally did arrive, she was greeted by the hearty cries of a
newborn. Sam handed the baby over to her without a word; the
blood soaked sheets and silent bed indicated the real fight
for life had just begun.
Hours later, the sound of
metal scraping against wood roused Sam from where he slept
slumped in a chair. He opened his eyes just enough to make
out the figure of a Union soldier kneeling beside the
bed.
His brother had come
home.

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