XIX. TRAINING SCHOOL XX. RIGHTS OF MARRIED WOMEN XXI. PITTSBURG SATURDAY VISITER XXII. RECEPTION OF THE VISITER XXIII. MY CROOKED TELESCOPE XXIV. MINT, CUMMIN AND ANNIS XXV. FREE SOIL PARTY XXVI. VISIT WASHINGTON XXVII. DANIEL WEBSTER XXVIII. FUGITIVE SLAVE LAW--THE TWO RIDDLES XXIX. BLOOMERS AND WOMAN'S RIGHTS CONVENTIONS XXX. MANY MATTERS XXXI. THE MOTHER CHURCH XXXII. POLITICS AND PRINTERS XXXIII. SUMNER, BURLINGAME AND CASSIUS M. CLAY XXXIV. FINANCE AND DESERTION XXXV. MY HERMITAGE XXXVI. THE MINNESOTA DICTATOR XXXVII. ANOTHER VISITER XXXVIII. BORDER RUFFIANISM XXXIX. SPEAK IN PUBLIC XL. A FAMOUS VICTORY XLI. STATE AND NATIONAL POLITICS XLII. RELIGIOUS CONTROVERSIES XLIII. FRONTIER LIFE XLIV. PRINTERS XLV. THE REBELLION XLVI. PLATFORMS XLVII. OUT INTO THE WORLD AND HOME AGAIN XLVIII. THE ARISTOCRACY OF THE WEST XLIX. THE INDIAN MASSACRE OF '62 L. A MISSIVE AND A MISSION LI. NO USE FOR ME AMONG THE WOUNDED LII. FIND WORK LIII. HOSPITAL GANGRENE LIV. GET PERMISSION TO WORK LV. FIND A NAME LVI. DROP MY ALIAS LVII. HOSPITAL DRESS LVIII. SPECIAL WORK LIX. HEROIC AND ANTI-HEROIC TREATMENT LX. COST OF ORDER LXI. LEARN TO CONTROL PYAEMIA LXII. FIRST CASE OF GROWING A NEW BONE LXIII. A HEROIC MOTHER LXIV. TWO KINDS OF APPRECIATION LXV. LIFE AND DEATH LXVI. MEET MISS DIX AND GO TO FREDERICKSBURG LXVII. THE OLD THEATER LXVIII. AM PLACED IN AUTHORITY LXIX. VISITORS LXX. WOUNDED OFFICERS LXXI. "NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP" LXXII. MORE VICTIMS AND A CHANGE OF BASE LXXIII. PRAYERS ENOUGH AND TO SPARE LXXIV. GET OUT OF THE OLD THEATER LXXV. TAKE BOAT AND SEE A SOCIAL PARTY LXXVI. TAKE FINAL LEAVE OF FREDERICKSBURG LXXVII. TRY TO GET UP A SOCIETY AND GET SICK LXXVIII. AN EFFICIENT NURSE LXXIX. TWO FREDERICKSBURG PATIENTS LXXX. AM ENLIGHTENED CONCLUSION HALF A CENTURY. CHAPTER I. I FIND LIFE. Those soft pink circles which fell upon my face and hands, caught in my hair, danced around my feet, and frolicked over the billowy waves of bright, green grass--did I know they were apple blossoms? Did I know it was an apple tree through which I looked up to the blue sky, over which white clouds scudded away toward the great hills? Had I slept and been awakened by the wind to find myself in the world?