. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon (and other sketches); or, In the doctor's sappy days . a uniform; but the factis, I didnt; I had on a little threadbare citizensfrock coat which had been a Prince Albert, once,—and on the lapels of it, you bet, I had thegold stars at least, as big as a silver quarter. Mycap was a dilapidated affair, brim torn half off, andit flopped up and down as I paced along, jiggity-jig on my little mustang mare. I must have cut acomical figure, I reckon; but I had the rank,—hadthe position of dignity, and wore conspicuously onmy lapels the insignia of it; besides,—I had
. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon (and other sketches); or, In the doctor's sappy days . a uniform; but the factis, I didnt; I had on a little threadbare citizensfrock coat which had been a Prince Albert, once,—and on the lapels of it, you bet, I had thegold stars at least, as big as a silver quarter. Mycap was a dilapidated affair, brim torn half off, andit flopped up and down as I paced along, jiggity-jig on my little mustang mare. I must have cut acomical figure, I reckon; but I had the rank,—hadthe position of dignity, and wore conspicuously onmy lapels the insignia of it; besides,—I had onmilitary gloves; true, they were a great deal toobig for me,—but what matter ? I tried to look thesoldier, at least. ~Now, Danels, lookin back at that time, and theoccurrences as memory recalls them, either throughmy Eetroscope, or as they are conjured up by themagic of Lorena,—through the long vista ofyears that has intervened; years bringing experi-ence, poverty and gray hairs, but alas, not wisdom,46 £&!&& ■ •«,« •■»,isiiiL-«\)i<v1ila i»raR*. How are you, DickeyV—Page 49. RECOLLECTIONS OF A REBEL SURGEON. I fear, I am impressed with the convicxion that atthat time I thought I was some punkins. Imsure of it. The panorama of life opened up beforemy vision, painted in glowing colors. I was goingto do great things,—I didnt exactly know how orwhat; I was going to distinguish myself in someway,—probably get to be a great surgeon, com-pared to whom Velpeau, Gross, Erichsen, wouldntbe in it at all. As I rode along on that errand whatthoughts of glory and of future greatness did notcome to my mind! Did you fellers ever read BudZuntzs Mail (by Euth McEnery Stewart) ? Budthought he would return from the war at least acolonel. He would ride up to his sweetheartsfathers front gate on a fine white charger, carryinga Confederate flag in one hand and a brevet-gen-erals commission in the other, and demand thefair ones hand as a reward for his valor. Stid of
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