. The Robinsons and their kin folk. SYLVESTER ROBINSON. GEORGE C. ROBINSON MORTON ROBINSON, M. D. 65 many a poor fellow fell into the ditches filled with mud; how itdid rain! And the worst of it was they were hard to get holdof. But I tell you, we had a surgeon in our regiment, long leggedfrom the hips and over six feet tall (his legs looked as thoughthey were on hinges), with a bony jaw and a set face; he pulledmany a poor fellow out and took him to his own tent. I sawhim splashing, over knee-deep in mud and water to reach one ofour boys, with shells bursting all around him. One hit his tent,
. The Robinsons and their kin folk. SYLVESTER ROBINSON. GEORGE C. ROBINSON MORTON ROBINSON, M. D. 65 many a poor fellow fell into the ditches filled with mud; how itdid rain! And the worst of it was they were hard to get holdof. But I tell you, we had a surgeon in our regiment, long leggedfrom the hips and over six feet tall (his legs looked as thoughthey were on hinges), with a bony jaw and a set face; he pulledmany a poor fellow out and took him to his own tent. I sawhim splashing, over knee-deep in mud and water to reach one ofour boys, with shells bursting all around him. One hit his tent,and, as if the Almighty meant to help hiin, instead of bursting,burrowed into the ground. I tell you, if that shell had burst, wewould have lost one of the best men in the whole army; how weloved him! Lots of the poor wounded fellows got well. Something of this was sounding familiar to the listener, andshe said, Who was your surgeon? Why, Dr. Robinson ofNewark. The daughter took the old soldier by the hand—nowa poor, feeble fellow, with nothing but
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