Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1855-08-04

woe-begOne sad creature answers your uues
ton in hollow, despairing voice / have nc
| friends" he says, and Let me alone" The
brain Of this poor fellow is affected, and we can
be of no service to him at present, so pass on.
! There is boy of only seventeen, wounded at
the battle Of the Alma His face is quite
beautiful, round, and althy-looking. He
seems quite happy and contented, and answers
| cheerfully enough, that he would wish to write
to father and mother, and tell them he had lost
his leg !: such letter he dictates as would
shame whole army of philosophers when
ne gets used to those" he says, pointing to the
crutches by his beds head, he will do well
enough.
The next case is one of dysenterv. A giant
OF an HuSsar-the skeleton of one at least
all shaggy hair and eyes, with cough, accom-
panied by moaning would like to let his wife
and children know about him they have not
heard since he went out five months ago they
will not see him again in this world, he feels
sure, and truly his state is very sad his at
tenuated legs find even the weight of bed
clothes insupportable, he can only fetch his
breath to speak at intervals has been deadly
Ill these SIX weeks, as far as he could take note
of tagging time ; would have sent home some
money long ago, but that they robbed him in
Scutarl hospital of all he had-which thcv cut
from around his naked neck where he wore it
III bag there was some more due to him if
he had his rights, and they should have all :;
they must have wanted it, he knew, through
this sad winter. Yes, he was in the great horse
charge that was so famous-borne up bv the
men around him through the rain of bullets
borne and back again to the Russian guns and
back again, he means, without much thought
OF danger ; there was no time. He does not
wish that to be set down in the letter said it
to inform US only. We have written all he wish
es and so, with "Thank ye,' he sinks back
in his bed and groans
The fifth place has no tenant its latest oc-
cupant was borne out yesterday to still mar
rover resting-piace
The sixth is MANNED man; his right arm
was shot off at 1nkerman he was in all the
previous battles This man talks freely of the
war and without pain in utterance, which most
can do land let it be kept in remembrance by
all those making themselves useful to the sick,
not to allow their compassion to be sacrificed
to curlosity.) The fearfulest thing of battle
field is the treading upon the bodies Of the fall
len. The thunder OF the guns and the flashes.
the trembling of the ground under the horses.
seemed as though heaven and earth were con-
Ing lOgetner Out the stepping on 4, "U;,Ilt,rt,
man-that was the worst before the fighting,
it was not unpleasant, perhaps; and after, it
was a dreadful time,-but the fighting itself
was enough to flush man, great while of
excitement and madness often and often used
to think of it, as he lay in bed and on board
ship
The seventh bed is occupied by living be-
ing at present, and that is all we can call the
shadowy form the eyes are sunk into the
head, and all the features have the sharpness
of death. He has ceased to disturb the ward
(as he did at firSt) with coughs and groans,
and a few hours will rid them of his presence.
We must here mention that the want of
smaller apartment for the reception of those
who cannot cease from coughing and express
sons of pain, is much felt in all our hospitals
here
In striking contrast to this dying man is his
neighbor, the eighth and last patient of the
line A.; he has lost three fingers of his left hand
by cannon ball, and has received a fracture
of the leg but is getting on capitalIy, and is in
the highest spirits He has no need to tell us
he is an Irishman, for he has an accent as
broad as from here to Cork indeed, it is with
the greatest difficulty we can understand what
he wishes US to write it takes US five minutes
to unravel Prospects to inquiring friends
(always respects" however near may be the
relationships from the mass of RS. which he is
pleased to insert amongst that sentence. Rus
sia, as far as he knows is absolutely good for
nothing except, indeed he must say, for grapes
and lice. Amidst heap Of extraneous matter
of this sort, he writes to his mother in Tippe-
rary. Don't let our Patrick, mother go for
a soldier not that | mind for myself" he says
pointing to his shattered hand, "but one's
enough"