Among the sick at Campbell Hospital, at this time, were two Michigan soldiers, very low with typhoid fever. The father of one of these was with him, and, after a long illness, his poor, sick boy, unexpectedly to us all, recovered. The other, poor Warren Maxfield--the patient, uncomplaining boy (all were boys in the army)--lingered long weeks on the narrow space which separates the “now from the hereafter” before he began the other life. I never think of him without recalling a little incident that occurred a few days before his death. He wanted a small package of green-tea, which of course was granted; “for,” he said, “I really believe it would do me good. Not that I care to drink so very much, but I want some to smell of, it would seem so reviving, and would remind me of home, for we always drink green-tea at home.” I relate this to show how all the influences and customs and associations of home were remembered and cherished by those poor sick and dying soldiers. It will be a consolation to his friends to know that in his last sickness he was kindly cared for. If skilful medical treatment and good nursing could have saved life, neither he nor any in that ward would have died, for, according to the testimony of his patients, Dr. True was one of the most faithful and efficient surgeons to be found in any of our hospitals. When any under his charge were dangerously ill, he would often visit them four and five times during a single night, watching every symptom and noting every change, whether for better or worse, and only relinquishing hope with the last expiring breath. Oh, how much the world needs such humane, _Christian_ physicians! _CHAPTER IX._ MORE TROUBLE WITH DOCTORS--DISCHARGE-PAPERS DELAYED--RECORDS EXAMINED--THE REPORT--REMOVAL OF A SURGEON--DISCHARGE BY DEATH--A SURGEON QUARRELS WITH ONE OF HIS PATIENTS--HIS REMOVAL--LOW STATE OF OUR FINANCES--THOUGHTS OF DISORGANIZING--THE APPEAL FOR AID--RECEIPT OF GOODS--A SELF-SACRIFICING MOTHER--BATTLE NEAR KELLY’S FORD. _October 19th._