. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon, and other sketches : or, in the doctor's sappy days . e officers at that post, Uncle JosephsNephew. He was a pretty blonde; parted hishair in the middle. It was curly and pretty, andhe had the loveliest little blonde mustache. Hisname was Mitchell, but he called it was immensely fond of ladies—the youngones—who petted him and made him^ a biggerfool than he was naturally. He was great on thesing; had a. little creaky falsetto voice, and hetrummed a little on the guitar. He wrotepoetry; quoted sentimental pieces, particularlyfrom Tom Moore. In brie
. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon, and other sketches : or, in the doctor's sappy days . e officers at that post, Uncle JosephsNephew. He was a pretty blonde; parted hishair in the middle. It was curly and pretty, andhe had the loveliest little blonde mustache. Hisname was Mitchell, but he called it was immensely fond of ladies—the youngones—who petted him and made him^ a biggerfool than he was naturally. He was great on thesing; had a. little creaky falsetto voice, and hetrummed a little on the guitar. He wrotepoetry; quoted sentimental pieces, particularlyfrom Tom Moore. In brief, he was a pretty goodspecimen of Hotspurs fop. One summer afternoon, lolling in an easy chair,surrounded by a bevy of pretty girls, I saw himon the little gallery or porch of the residence of i6o WHY HE WAS WEARY. one of Covingtons best families. The girls, halfdozen of them, perhaps, were fanning him andpetting him as he leaned back with the most af-fected air, and they were importuning him tosing. The balcony extended out to, and wasflush with the sidewalk. Of course, a lot of. WHY—HE WAS WEAK AND WEARY. convalescents had assembled to listen; theywere everywhere where there was a prospect ofanything whatever going on, or happening, orlikely to happen. They would seem to spring outof the ground. One of the girls was saying: Now, Captain Meshelle (with accent onshelle), you must sing some for us. (Captain, i6i fc ECOLLECi IONS OF A REBEL SURGEON. nothin; he was just a private. The only thingCaptain about him was the trimmins on hiscoat.) Oh, Miss Sue,—I cawnt sing, you know;only a little for my own amusement, said thisswell, with an air that, as Sut Lovingood wouldsay, made my big toe itch; I felt like kickinghim. No, Captain, but we know you can sing, anddo sing. Maggie says you sing just too lovelyfor anything, and we will take no denial, urgedone of the girls. Do sing some for us. Captain, said another,—a pretty little black-eyed miss; Puss has comeover to-night
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