"Oh, stop! you are hurting that man! Let me do that!" He replied, pleasantly, "I'll be very glad to, for I'm a green hand!" I took his place; saw the wounded flesh creep at the touch of cold water, and said: "Cold water hurts you!" "Yes ma'am; a little!" "Then we must have some warm!" But nurse said there was none. "No warm water?" I exclaimed, as I drew back and looked at him, in blank astonishment. "No, ma'am! there's no warm water!" "How many wounded men have you in this hospital?" "Well, about seven hundred, I believe." "About seven hundred wounded men, and no warm water! So none of them get anything to eat!" "Oh, yes! they get plenty to eat." "And how do you cook without warm water?" "Why, there's plenty of hot water in the kitchen, but we're not allowed to go there, and we have none in the wards." "Where is the kitchen?" He directed me. I covered the wound--told the patient to wait and I would get warm water. In the kitchen a dozen cooks stopped to stare at me, but one gave me what I came for, and on returning to the ward I said to Charlie: "Now you can have some warm water, if you want it." "But I do not want it! I like cold water best!" "Then it is best for you, but it is not best for this man!" I had never before seen any such wound as the one I was dressing, but I could think of but one way--clean it thoroughly, put on clean lint and rags and bandages, without hurting the patient, and this was very easy to do; but while I did this, I wanted to do something more, viz.: dispel the gloom which hung over that ward. I knew that sick folks should have their minds occupied by pleasant thoughts, and never addressed an audience with more care than I talked to that one man, in appearance, while really talking to all those who lay before me and some to whom my back was turned. I could modulate my voice so as to be heard at quite a distance, and yet cause no jar to very sensitive nerves close at hand; and when I told my patient that I proposed to punish him now, while he was in my power, all heard and wondered; then every one was stimulated to learn that it was to keep him humble, because, having received such a wound in the charge on Marie's Hill, he would be so proud by and by that common folks would be afraid to speak to him. I should be quite thrown into the shade by his laurels, and should probably take my revenge in advance by sticking pins in him now, when he could not help himself.