. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon (and other sketches); or, In the doctor's sappy days . Carried bleeding to the rear. a miserable old age in some Home or asylum;or die of hunger and neglect on the roadside. Buthe loves life; he clings to delusive hope. Cut heroff, Doctor, he says, stoutly, but with a suppressedsigh. The fumes of chloroform are suggested to me by168 THE STOKY OF A STUMP. every stump. I see a strong man stretched proneon the table. I see the aproned surgeons,—sternof visage,—kind and gentle of heart; I see thegleam of a long knife; I see the warm life bloodspurt out as it clea
. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon (and other sketches); or, In the doctor's sappy days . Carried bleeding to the rear. a miserable old age in some Home or asylum;or die of hunger and neglect on the roadside. Buthe loves life; he clings to delusive hope. Cut heroff, Doctor, he says, stoutly, but with a suppressedsigh. The fumes of chloroform are suggested to me by168 THE STOKY OF A STUMP. every stump. I see a strong man stretched proneon the table. I see the aproned surgeons,—sternof visage,—kind and gentle of heart; I see thegleam of a long knife; I see the warm life bloodspurt out as it cleaves the quivering white flesh. Ihear the grating of the saw as it cuts its way thro. ■Cut er off, doctor. the bleeding bone. I see the ghastly wound, gap-ing, gory; its flabby flaps weeping crimson thirsty sponge drinks them eagerly; they arequickly dried, closed, stitched; and a roller ban-dage is turned around the stump. The form istransferred to a cool cot beneath the shade of a169 RECOLLECTIONS OF A REBEL SURGEON. wide-spreading oak, and a nurse sits by to fan himand keep off the flies. He rallies from the sleep of the merciful anes-thetic. He slept all through the ordeal. A minuteseems not to have elapsed since the first whiff of thechloroform; he felt nothing, knew nothing. Hewakes to find his leg gone. He brushes away a tear,and a big lump comes in his throat, as he thinksof Mary, in the little house on the hill; or of Lucy,may be,—if it be she,—the meek-eyed maiden towhom he is promised; who sees in the army but onefigure,—in the list of wounded but one name, andit is burned into her very soul as she reads oppositethat name in the paper, desp
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