. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon, and other sketches : or, in the doctor's sappy days . sition of dignity, and wore con-spicuously on my lapels the insignia of it; be-sides—I had on military gloves. True, they werea great deal too big for me—but what matter?I tried to look the soldier, at least. Now, Danels, lookin back at that time, andthe occurrences as memory recalls them, eitherthrough my Retroscope, or as they are conjuredup by the magic of Lorena, through the longvistas of years that have intervened, years bringingexperience, poverty and gray hairs, but alas, notwisdom, I fear, I am im
. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon, and other sketches : or, in the doctor's sappy days . sition of dignity, and wore con-spicuously on my lapels the insignia of it; be-sides—I had on military gloves. True, they werea great deal too big for me—but what matter?I tried to look the soldier, at least. Now, Danels, lookin back at that time, andthe occurrences as memory recalls them, eitherthrough my Retroscope, or as they are conjuredup by the magic of Lorena, through the longvistas of years that have intervened, years bringingexperience, poverty and gray hairs, but alas, notwisdom, I fear, I am impressed with the convic-tion that at that time I thought I was somepunkins. Im sure of it. The panorama of lifeopened up before my vision, painted in glowingcolors. I was going to do great things—I didntexactly know how or what; I was going to dis-tinguish myself in some way—probably get to bea great surgeon, compared to whom Velpeau,Gross, Erichsen, wouldnt be in it at all. As Irode along on that errand what thoughts of gloryand of future greatness did not come to my mind! 60. HOW ARE YOU DICKEY. RECOLLECTIONS OF A REBEL SURGEON. Did you fellers ever read Bud Zuntzs Mail(by Ruth McEnery Stewart) ? Bud thought hewould return from the war at least a colonel. Hewould ride up to his sweethearts fathers frontgate on a fine white charger, carrying a Con-federate flag in one hand and a brevet-generalscommission in the other, and demand the fairones hand as a reward for his valor. Stid ofthat, he says, they fetched me home in anamblance, with a sore laig, and Ive been a driv-in that team of oxen for a livin ever since; BudZuntzs fiery untamed chargers, as old calls them. Now, I didnt fare quite asbadly as Bud; I came out without the sore laig,at least. I rode along gaily that bright October morn-ing, wrapped in delicious visions of future great-ness, and, as said, evidently thinking I was somepunkins. In the infantry line, which wasstretched out along the roadside
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