. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon, and other sketches : or, in the doctor's sappy days . d been stuck on after shewas built, as an afterthought; thin brown hair,turning gray, parted in the middle, and woundinto a little dab at the back of her head not big-ger than a hickory nut; a watery mouth sugges-tive of a kind of a juiciness not very appetizingto look at, especially so because of its being al-ways the amber hue of snuff, which she wasnever without. She wore a faded calico wrapper—apparently an orphan—the only skirt shehad on—looked so, anyhow—run-down slippers—and she had the general app
. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon, and other sketches : or, in the doctor's sappy days . d been stuck on after shewas built, as an afterthought; thin brown hair,turning gray, parted in the middle, and woundinto a little dab at the back of her head not big-ger than a hickory nut; a watery mouth sugges-tive of a kind of a juiciness not very appetizingto look at, especially so because of its being al-ways the amber hue of snuff, which she wasnever without. She wore a faded calico wrapper—apparently an orphan—the only skirt shehad on—looked so, anyhow—run-down slippers—and she had the general appearance of a bolsterwith a string tied around it in the middle. Talking of good eatin, Sister Partrick, shesaid one day to Mrs. Patrick, my good mother-in-law—heaven rest her—she always pronouncedit Partrick—talkin of good eatin, Sister Par- 2IO OLD SISTER NICK. trick, jest set me down all by myself to a goodbiled hen, and Im satisfied. Ellen, her colored slave, was her mainstay andsupport. She was a famous pieist, if not sofamous for piety—for Ellen would cuss some-. SOLD PIES TO THE SICK SOLDIERS. times—and I dont blame her. Ellen made andsold pies to the sick soldiers,—and they had aperfect mania for pies. We forbade the sale ofthem at the hospitals; they—her kind—being themost indigestible things imaginable; but the men 211 RECOLLECTIONS OF A REBEL SURGEON. would have them, and would get them all thesame. Rain or shine, frost, snow or blizzard,Ellen had to be at every train that came in, earlyor late, to sell pies to the soldiers. The Lordwill purvide, Sister Nick would say. As longas my little Jimmie is spared to me, and Ellenholds out to make pies for the poor sick soldiers,I hope we wont starve, Sister Partrick, and shewould spit out about a pint of snuff-juice. I puts my trust in Him, Sister Partrick, shesaid often. She was so pious she would cry; herlittle watery eyes—always watery—would slopover every time she mentioned the Lords name;and
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