Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1863-12-30

ing surgeon past recovery. What little
could be done in the fearful crowding of
thousands of lacerated men upon the
hands of the attendants, and the defieieu-
cy of hospital aid, had been done, but
the care to smooth the path of death Was
not there. Right and left, and in every
direction, he saw strong men turnsaisde
their heads and die in very despair, with
lesser wounds than hi3 own; and then,
with sickening terror, he sank back up
on his rough and easelcss couch, with a
prayer that his spirit might be called
while his eyes remained closed to the
misery around him.
"With letters from Nashville to the gen.
eral in command? Give them to my or
derby and he will give you back the gene
rails answer"
You must excuse me, Colonel | am
under orders not to let these letters 60
out of nv hands unless into those of Gen
Rosecrans. If you say cannot 60 up to
headquarters, then must return and re
port the fact.
The old colonel seemed to consider a
moment and eyed the young officer who
stood before him we'll over, before he an
swered.
at is against orders, Lieutenant, to
pass any one, but | can't see that these
orders extend to an officer in the ser
vice bearing dispatches, | think you may
go up. What did you say the name
WASP"
Smith Gordon, 18th Michigan, at
your service"
Gordon Gordon I've heard that
name before, | think. Orderly haven't
we a Gordon with us?"
Lieut.. Frank Gordon. on staff sir.
Shot in the breast, sir. Died this morn
ing. in hospital No. 2, sir !"--answered
the orderly, with the sentcntiousness of a
veteran.
"Ah-h-h, yes" responded the Colonel,
slowly IL remember. Halo, Licuten-
ant what's the matter? You look pale.
Your not fri shtened at the idea of man
dying in the hospital are you? here or
derly. drop of whiskey for the lieuten-
ant Maybe you've never been under fire,
youngster; If it's so-you'rc excusable-
it's dirty business. Take swallow of
whiskey it'll do you good. It's none Of
ydur internal commissary stuff. | send
up to my place for my whiskey. Won''
take any, hey? Well, | don't know but
you are right Whiskey is bad thing
in the long run. Shall | send my order
ly up with you? No. Very good, il
you think yon can find the way. You
look rather young for this kind of bust
ness. Good morning.
And the young man took his way alone
in the direction of headquarters, unit
he came to a turning of the street thai
hid him from the eyes that were looking
curiously out from the colonies tent, ther
he struck off in an entirely new direction
stopping one or two soldiers whom he me-
by the way. to ask questions of the route
Within an hour atterward he presented
himself before the attending surgeon O.
Hospital No. 3.
doctor? is Lieut.. Frank Gordor
buried yet?"
"Buried?" questioned the doctor.
"He died, believe this morning. l.
his body still remains here. Doctor,
should like to see it"
Buried ?" the doctor queried again
81 don't think he's dead yet, Lieutenant
We don't bury anybody here until they
are dead, sir, tho we don't give them much
chance afterwards.
The doctor did not watch the great gasI
given by the young lieutenant who stood
before him, or possibly he, toe, like th'
colonel. would have thought that the air o
hospital did not agree with the boyisl
looking officer.
1--WE have to get rid of them very sool
! Lieutenant. after the breath is out, t
make room for new comers; but we Civ
them the best care we can, while the llf
: is in. Frank Gordon isn't dead yet, bu
. | am sorry to say, poor fellow. that ther
is 90 hope for him. There was a rumo
: this morning that he had slipped ava.
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