. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon, and other sketches : or, in the doctor's sappy days . e little patch of stunted yellow corn,burnt up by the drought and the sun, and a littlepatch of bumble-bee cotton, and a rank growthof gourd vines on the fence of what hadevidently been attempted for a vegetable gardenand abandoned in despair. There had been arail fence around the house once, but it was downand scattered; the yard was littered with paperand trash, and the house, which was a one-room log cabin, with a dirt-and-stick chimney,was closed and looked deserted. The letheanstillness, stirred—^not
. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon, and other sketches : or, in the doctor's sappy days . e little patch of stunted yellow corn,burnt up by the drought and the sun, and a littlepatch of bumble-bee cotton, and a rank growthof gourd vines on the fence of what hadevidently been attempted for a vegetable gardenand abandoned in despair. There had been arail fence around the house once, but it was downand scattered; the yard was littered with paperand trash, and the house, which was a one-room log cabin, with a dirt-and-stick chimney,was closed and looked deserted. The letheanstillness, stirred—^not broken—by the funerealsoughing and sighing of the pines, dying awayin the bosom of the interminable forest, like thewail of some lost spirit, was only accentuated bythe rapping of a red-headed woodpecker on thesonorous boards of the gable. My heart sank 262 IN THE LAND OF THE BLUE DOG. within me. I thought I would make one effortanyway, so I hailed: Hello! No reply. Hello! ! said I, louder. Thereupon a blue and white hound dog, of theflop-eared species, crawled out from under the. WH-I-C-H. cabin, and putting all four feet together humpedhis back, gaped, protruding a long, pointedtongue, turned up at the end like a hook, yawned,thus giving himself a good stretch, lazily re-marked : Brew-er-er-er-erh!—something between a 26z RECOLLECTIONS OF A REBEL SURGEON. howl and a bark, curling it up at the end with arising inflection on the last syllable. Hello! ! said I again, louder. The door opened and a strapping girl of aboutsixteen, perhaps, bare-legged to the knees, bare-footed, with a dirty homespun dress on, cameout on the porch, her yellow hair, cut off squareall around, falling loosely on her neck. Can you tell me how far it is to Damascus,please? said I. Wh-wh-i-c-hr said she. *How far is it to Damascus, please? I kin tell you how far it is to the p-o-o-o-1?she said, turning the pool up at the far end. What pool is it you are speaking of, Miss?said I. They call it the sc
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