Miss Ravenel's conversion from secession to loyaltyDe Forest, John William
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Miss Ravenel's conversion from secession to loyalty
De Forest, John William
Historical fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories; Women -- United States -- Fiction
If he had not been so horrible he would have been ludicrous. His
Herculean form was in incessant stumbling motion, and his dark face was
beaded with perspiration. A perpetual silly leer played about his wide
mouth, and his eyes stood out so with eagerness that the white showed a
clear circle around the black iris. He offered his assistance to the
surgeons; boasted of his education as a graduate of Columbia College;
declared that he was a better Doctor than any other infernal fool
present; made himself a torment to the helplessly wounded. Upon a Major
of a Louisiana regiment who had been disabled by a severe contusion he
poured contempt and imprecations.
"What are you lying whimpering there for?" he shouted. "It's nothing but
a little bruise. A child, by Jove! wouldn't stop playing for it. You
ought to be ashamed of yourself. Get up and join your regiment."
The Major simply laughed, being a hard drinker himself, and having a
brotherly patience with drunkards.
"That's the style of Majors," pursued Van Zandt. "_We_ are blessed, by
Jove! with a Major. He is, by Jove! a dam incur--dam--able darn coward."
(When Van Zandt was informed the next day of this feat of profanity he
seemed quite gratified, and remarked, "That, by Jove! is giving a word a
full battery,--bow-chaser, stern-chaser and long-tom amidships.")
"Where's Gazaway? (in a roar). Where's the heroic Major of the Tenth? I
am going, by Jove! to look him up. I am going, by Jove! to find the
safest place in the whole country. Where Gazaway is, there is peace!"
Colburne refused one or two offers to dress his wound, saying that
others needed more instant care than himself. When at last he submitted
to an examination, it was found that the ball had passed between the
bones of the fore-arm, not breaking them indeed, but scaling off some
exterior splinters and making an ugly rent in the muscles.
"I don't think you'll lose your arm," said the Surgeon. "But you'll have
a nasty sore for a month or two. I'll dress it now that I'm about it.
You'd better take the chloroform; it will make it easier for both of
us."
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