. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon (and other sketches); or, In the doctor's sappy days . ough life on crutches or a woodenleg; so common that it does not challenge a re-mark, or hardly a notice; we do not give it athought. But, oh, how eloquent is that stump, or thatempty sleeve! What a tale it could tell,—if any-body had time to listen to it. See that old fellow,now, pegging along there on his wooden stump,too poor to buy even an artificial limb. Old, grayand grizzled. Time was, when he was young. Timewas, when he, too, was fired with patriotism,—shallwe say?—or misdirected zeal?—to take up
. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon (and other sketches); or, In the doctor's sappy days . ough life on crutches or a woodenleg; so common that it does not challenge a re-mark, or hardly a notice; we do not give it athought. But, oh, how eloquent is that stump, or thatempty sleeve! What a tale it could tell,—if any-body had time to listen to it. See that old fellow,now, pegging along there on his wooden stump,too poor to buy even an artificial limb. Old, grayand grizzled. Time was, when he was young. Timewas, when he, too, was fired with patriotism,—shallwe say?—or misdirected zeal?—to take up armsagainst his flag, and thought it was a religious was, when the hot blood of youth coursedthrough his veins, and he throbbed with the exhila-ration of love, and hope, and ambition, perhaps;165 RECOLLECTIONS OF A REBEL SURGEON. when the light of love shone in his eyes, as hepressed Mary to his bosom; when, knapsack onback, and gun in hand, he hurried from home tojoin the boys going to the front;—or stole a kiss,perhaps, from timid, trusting little Lucy,—a meek-. Hurried to join the boys at the front. eyed maiden who already saw in her soldier lovera hero, and to whom he had pledged his undyingfaith. Time was, when, with recollections of Mary, or Lucy,—perhaps with the fragrance of that last kiss lingering still in his memory, he joined the terrible charge, to seek the bubble reputation at the can- 166 THE STORY OF A STUMP. nons mouth/—to prove himself worthy of her;and like Brunswicks fated chieftain, foremostfighting, fell.
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