Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1911-10-11
CHAPTER XIII.
P,,,d ho.o,,.I. Sixth corps.

S'UV EN- ~Nuss
PIeid Hospital, Sixth Corps.
Ny head ached so abominably
whom first opened my eyes that I
was compelled to close them again,
merely realizing dimly that looked
up ct something white above me,
which appeared to sway as though
blown gently by the wind. Ny CROP
Ing hand, the only one l appeared
able to move, told me l was lying
upon Q camp-cot, with soft sheets
about me, and that my head rested
upon Z pillow. Then l passed once
more into unconsciousness, but this
time it was asleep.
When I once more awakened tho
throbbing pain had largely left my
rot temples, and I saw that the sway
Ing white canopy composed the roof
Of . large tent. upon which the
golden sunlight now lay In checkered
masses, telling me the canvas had
been erected among trees. A faint
moan caused me to move my head
slightly on the gratefully soft pillow,
and could perceive q long row Of
cots, exactly similar to the one
occupied. each apparently filled,
stretching away toward an opening
that looked forth into the open air.
A man was moving slowly down the
narrow aisle toward me, stopping
here and there to bend over some
sufferer with medicine or a CHEEKY
word. He wore q short white jacket.
and was without q cap. his head OF
object. Az he approached l en-
deavored to speak, but for the moment
my throat refused response to the ef-
fort. Then I managed to ask feebly:
where am II"
The blue eyes in the freckled, boy
fish face danced spontaneously, and
he laid big red hand gently upon
my forehead.
Field hospital, Sixth Corps" he
said, with a strong Hibernian &C.
cent. "An' how de ye loike it, John
ny?"
Better than some others I've SEEN"
] managed to articulate family. Who
won?"
"Divil van Of 40 knows" he ad-
mitted frankly. but your fellows did
the retratin'."
1t was an old, old story to all Of US
by that time, and l closed my eyes
YEARLY. content to ask no more.
/ have no way of knowing how long
I rested there motionless although
awake, my eyes closed to keep out the
painful glare, my sad thoughts busted
with memory of those men whom
had seen reel and fall upon that
stricken field we had battled 80 vainly
TO save. Once I wondered. with sud.
den start Of fear, II had lost q limb.
II was to be crippled for life. the
one thing dreaded above all else.
Feeling feebly beneath my bed-cloth.
ing tested, as best could, each
limb. All were apparently intact, al.
though my left arm seemed useless
and devoid Of feeling. broken no
doubt, and heaved q sigh Of genuine
relief. Then became partially
aroused to my surroundings by
voice speaking from the cot next
mine.
you lazy Irish marine!" it cried
petulantly. chat beef stew was to
have been given me an hour ago.
Sure. sor," was the soothing reply.
'it wasn't to be given yer honor till
two o'clock"
We'll. it's all Of three now
"Wan-thirty, on me sowl, sor."
That first voice sounded oddly
familiar, and I turned my face that
way, but was unable to perceive the
speaker.
us that Lieutenant Caton?" l asked
doubtfully.
Most assuredly it u.s." quickly.
"And who are you?"
"Coptain Wayne, Of the Confederate
Army"
"oh. Wayne? Glad you spoke, but
extremely sorry to have you here.
fadly hurt!''
Not seriously, 1 think. No limbs
missing, anyhow, but exceedingly
weak. Where did they get you?"
In the side, . musket ball, but ex-
tracted. would be all right if that