Notes of hospital life from November, 1861, to August, 1863Anonymous
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Notes of hospital life from November, 1861, to August, 1863
Anonymous
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Hospitals
“Thank you, George, for your gratitude. We made that this morning, with
our own hands, with particular care, and put the flavoring in it you said
you liked the other day; it has never been near the kitchen, and I can
answer for it’s not being scorched.”
“You made it, ma’am? The ladies? Then it’s the kind I like. I beg your
pardon. Billy brought it in with the dinner, and I thought he got it out
of the kitchen.”
“We sent it to you by Billy; but, if it had come from the kitchen,
wouldn’t it have been as well to try it, before condemning it so
strongly? I feel much mortified that this lady, who has come to see the
hospital, where we try so hard to have the food nicely prepared, and
delicacies provided for the men, can go home and tell that she herself
heard one of them say, when his dinner was brought to him, ‘Pitch it
out,’ for it was ‘grub not fit for an almshouse.’ You ought to be careful
what you say, George, for perhaps you do not know what is the fact,
that the testimony of the men, with regard to these things, outweighs
tenfold all that the surgeons or the ladies can say. I constantly hear
the remark, ‘Oh! yes. Of course it is to the interest of the surgeons to
represent that everything is as it should be; the ladies are proud of
their hospital, and of course praise it; but ask the men,--they are the
ones to tell the truth about it--ask them if they are comfortable, and
get what they want; if they are satisfied, be sure it is all right, and
vice versa.’ Now, this lady has come in, and you know what she has heard,
as the testimony of the only man she has yet listened to. Is this quite
fair, George?”
“Oh! Miss ----, I’m very sorry, indeed I am. I didn’t mean it, you know
I didn’t; only this plaguey arm, as I tell you, keeps me snappish-like.”
“Well, never mind, I don’t think you’ve done much harm this time; this
lady shall taste both soup and corn-starch, if she will, and then she
can hear her own testimony that the one is not greasy, nor the other
scorched. Only grumble a little less next time, and we will forgive you
now. But come, dear C., we are wasting too much time on one case, and
there are so many here that I want you to see.”
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