United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
“Of course not. Girls at your age are not at all likely to know
anything that is useful, and least of all how to nurse a sick
man. I hardly know which is the worst, a young one who don't know
anything, or a middle-aged one who thinks she knows it all, and
continually interferes with the management of a case. I believe
though, I'd rather have had the middle-aged one to start with.
She'd be more likely to tend to her business, and not have her
head turned by the attentions of the good-looking young officers
who swarm around her. Mind, I'll not allow any flirting here.”
Rachel's face crimsoned. “You forget yourself,” she said, cuttingly;
“or perhaps you have nothing to forget. At least, man an effort
to remember that I'm a lady.”
The bristly eyebrows straightened down to a level line over the
small blue eyes, and unpleasant furrows drew themselves around the
corners of his mouth. “YOU forget,” he said, “that if you enter
upon these duties you are in the military service and subject to
your superior officers. You forget the necessity of the most rigid
discipline, and that it is my duty to explain and enforce this.”
“I certainly expect to obey orders,” said Rachel, a little overawed.
“You may rightly expect to,” he answere with a slight sneer; “because
it will be a matter of necessity--you will have to. We must have
instant and unquestioning obedience to orders here, as well as
everywhere else in the Army, or it would be like a rope of sand--of
no strength whatever--no strength, whatever.”
“I know it,” answered Rachel, depressed even more by th apparition
of martial law than she had been by the heat.
“And what I have been telling you is only the beginning,” continued
the Surgeon, noting the effect of his words, and exulting in
their humbling power. “The cornerstone of everything military is
obedience--prompt, unfailing obedience, by everybody, soldier or
officer, to his superiors. Without it---”
“Major Moxon,” said an officer, entering and saluting, “the General
presents his compliments, and desires to know why his repeated
orders in regard to the furloughing of men have been so persistently
disregarded.”
“Because,” said the Surgeon, getting purplish-red about the cheeks
and nose, “ because the matter's one which I consider outside of
his province--beyond his control, sir. I am Chief of the Medical
Department, as you are perhaps aware, sir.”
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