Under the guns : $b A woman's reminiscences of the Civil WarWittenmyer, Annie
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Under the guns : $b A woman's reminiscences of the Civil War
Wittenmyer, Annie
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Personal narratives
“He’s a villain, a heartless villain,” the general would mutter at each
new exhibition of the surgeon’s rascality.
When we had gone through with the papers, he said in a most emphatic
way,--
“I will punish that man to the full extent of the law.”
“No, general: he will elude you; he will find some way to escape. If
dealt with by military law he will escape; but I have a plan that will
reach him.”
“What is your plan?”
“To go to Governor Morton of Indiana, and lay the facts and these
papers before him, and put the whole case in his hands. The hospital
is in his State, and I don’t think he can get out of the clutches of
Governor Morton.” My words were like the shock of an electric battery.
He sprang to his feet, and walked the floor in a most excited state
of mind. At last he calmed himself enough to speak, and facing me, he
said,--
“Madam, do you wish to kill me? Do you wish to kill me? Do you wish to
stab me to the heart?”
“Certainly not. I have the highest respect for you. I believe you are
innocent in this matter; but I do not want that villain to escape.”
“_He shall not escape._”
“What will you do?”
“I will send up Inspector Allen right away.”
“No; that won’t do. Inspector Allen has been going up month after
month, and has not seen a thing wrong. No; I am sorry to say it, but I
do not believe you can bring this man to justice. Governor Morton is my
only chance to secure that.”
I shall never forget with what majesty he stood before me. He looked
like a patriarch,--tall, straight, commanding, with his crown of gray
hair, his fair and kindly face. _A perfect Christian gentleman_ of the
old school, too honest and true himself to suspect others as frauds.
“Mrs. Wittenmyer,” he said, “you could not possibly do me a greater
injury; such a thing would likely lead to my removal. You certainly
do not desire that. Have I not co-operated with you in all your
great plans, removing from one hospital to another surgeons at your
suggestion? Have I not placed steamers and trains to carry your goods,
and extended to you the hearty co-operation and aid of this office? Why
should you wish to injure me?”
“I do not wish to injure you. I only want to bring this rogue to
justice. You have done _all_ that any one could do for me, and the
influence of your high office has helped me all along the lines. I
shall ever hold you in grateful remembrance for your kindness and
co-operation; but I cannot stand by and see our sick and wounded men
treated in this way, and not do my utmost to bring such a rascal to
justice.”
“He shall be brought to justice. I will make this proposition to you:
I will appoint a commission to investigate, bring charges against and
court-martial him, and you may select the commission.”
“But he will resign as soon as he knows they are going to bring
charges.”
“I will not accept his resignation.”
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