. Letters from a surgeon of the Civil War; . uld be in anambulance, which would pass in half anhour on its way to the third division of our75 LETTERS FROM A SURGEON corps, and quartered but a short distancefrom our own division. I was glad enoughof this opportunity, and rode in the ambu-lance till it reached its own camp; passedthe rest of the night lying in it, and atdaybreak started on foot for the regiment,which, by the way, was not easy to do withmy stiff leg. But, after all, this was thequickest way to limber it. I arrived at noon, and the warm, heartygreeting given me from old friends an
. Letters from a surgeon of the Civil War; . uld be in anambulance, which would pass in half anhour on its way to the third division of our75 LETTERS FROM A SURGEON corps, and quartered but a short distancefrom our own division. I was glad enoughof this opportunity, and rode in the ambu-lance till it reached its own camp; passedthe rest of the night lying in it, and atdaybreak started on foot for the regiment,which, by the way, was not easy to do withmy stiff leg. But, after all, this was thequickest way to limber it. I arrived at noon, and the warm, heartygreeting given me from old friends andcomrades did much to raise my droopingspirits. If one is obliged to go soldiering, thiscamp life is delightful. The weather ischarming, our situation beautiful, and Ifeel happier here than anywhere else awayfrom home. . Home! Oh, how thatword still haunts me! Yet I am calmernow and take the situation more reason-ably; but an awful sinking at the heartstill sweeps over me, and I can easily un-derstand how soldiers die of OF THE CIVIL WAR I have a very disagreeable duty to per-form this morning, — that of tattooing amans breast for desertion. He is to havehis head shaved and be drummed out ofcamp to-morrow. It would be better toshoot the man than to permanently dis-grace him, but he does not seem to mindit much, and probably is so demoralizedthat he is past feeling shame. October 1st, 1863. We had a drunken row in camp lastnight, owing to some villains having soldwhiskey to the men, and it was one oclockbefore the noisy ones were secured and allbecame quiet. These conscripts, or rathersubstitutes, behave disgracefully, desertingat every possible chance, even to the that two who belonged toour regiment were shot, thirty-four de-serted immediately after. One fellow,having failed to escape in the directionof his home, attempted to go over to the77 LETTERS FROM A SURGEON enemy, but was prevented. He then shothis finger off, with the hope of b
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