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Camp Jewett at "The Front,*
THE G. A. R. ENCAMPMENT.
In a park overlookIng Niagara River. Thirteen hundred .tents, wi t h accommodations for eleven, thousand veterans.
(By courtesy of "The Buffalo Express. ' ^
HE LIVED TO BEAR HIS TITLE
COLONEL CHAMBERLAI N WON THE RANK
WHI CH WAS GI VEN TO MARK
HI S TOMBSTONE. / |
The Doctor lives in t he sout heast ern corner of
Orl eans County, near t he Genesee line. If a
t ravel l er cannot find his house readily, any one
within a r adi us of t went y miles will di rect him
accurat el y. Everybody knows t he Doctor, for
which he himself is to be held account abl e. He
is sixty-five years old. He is tall, slender, st rai ght
as a rifle-barrel. Hi s. long white hai r is silky
and fine, and shines like silver. Hi s must ache
droops over a firm, clear cut mout h. Hi s face is
train arfd his nose aquiline. He al ways wears a
broad-bri mmed soft felt hat . The man' s whole
beari ng suggest s the soldier. This impression is
intensified by a fascinating' t ri ck of profanity,
which he learned in t he Army days.
The Doctor was not a soldier. He fought,
however, with the Ar my of t he Pot omac for t wo
years, when the fighting was most deadly. Hi s
conflicts, were behind the hot, smoky lines. He
st rove for t he lives of wrecked men. He saw
t hi ngs which made young men old before t hei r
time. Once he ordered Ulysses S. Grant to wi t h-
dr aw from t he line of fire; once he saved the life
of one. of the bravest men in the service, and
made him a - brigadier-^general to boot on the
spot. He also did many ot her things, concerning
which he keeps silence, for he dislikes to t al k of
himself. Of those known he himself did hot*
Jpeak. Ot hers have told the stories.
Many persons outside of New-Engl and have
heard of Joshua Lawrence Chamberl ai n, of t he
t a t e of Maine. He has been more or less prcjm-
^ent l y connected with the Government of the
United St at es and of his nat i ve Commonweal t h
since the war. He was president of Bowdoin
CoJlege until 1883, when he resigned. Chamber-
lain left the faculty of Bowdoin College in 18(52
fori Virginia, in command of the 20th Maine Regi-
ment , hard fighters, with many scars of honor
on ; thei^ flags. On June 18, 18G4, the Army
1
of
the;. Pot omac was si t t i ng In front of Pet ersburg.
The fire was bitter all along the lines. Scrim-
mages and close infighting swung backward and
forward.
Colonel Chamberl ain in person, as was his.
habi t , led his brigade, for he had. been placed
over more regiments t han his own by t hat time.
He! was st ruck down, helpless. Hi s men, who
worshipped him as men do those whom they
t r ust from knowledge acquired in mi nut es of ex-
pected death, carried him to the nearest field
hospital. The Doctor had charge of It. He had
been worki ng for t went y hours. He did the
cut t i ng, and pushed the dismembered bodies
al ong for his assi st ant s to tie up and bandage.
Blood covered him and made him dark brown.
His! boots were soggy, as are men' s who walk
In thin mud. The wat er in the mud was dark
brown also. The thick, cloudy fluid had made
little rivulets, which collected in puddles agai nst
t he barri er formed by waxy legs and ar ms. There
was a heavy smell in t he air. I t arose from t he
fresh blood; and t he human wreckage,
The men wi t h t he l i t t er set it down. One of
them advanced.
"Who is i t ?" said t he Doctor shortly. He had
no time for parley.
"Colonel Chamberl ai n of t he 20th Maine," r e-
plied t he soldier. "He' s hur t bad, Do c "
"Bri ng him up, " said t he Doctor. He had
known "Josh"' Chamberl ai n for a br ave man.
and had awai t ed news cf hi s deat h ever since
he first had met him. They laid Chamberl ai n
on t he table. The Doctor made a rapi d exami -
nat i on. He said nothing. Chamberl ai n had fol-
lowed hi m wi t h silent lips, but wi t h eloquent
eyes.
"Well, Doc," he murmured, "am I a goner?"
"You are pret t y badl y hurt ; Colonel," said t he
Doctor. He was shot t hr ough t he abdomen.
The bullet had ripped into, t he intestines.
"Doc.," whispered Chamberlain, as he grasped
t he Doctor' s hand, "Doc, I' ve got a wife and
two boys u p t here in Maine. I want t o see t hem
before I go. Can yon nel p me t hr ough?"
The Doctor t urned away. He saw a par t y of
horsemen a little to his ri ght . A short, t hi ck-
set man, wi t h round shoulders and a slouch hat
was si t t i ng hi s horse In front of t he ot hers.
The surgeon recognized t he horseman in t he
dim, unconscious way of persons who ar e deep
in thought. He was wondering what he should
say to Chamberl ai n. I t was such a forlorn hope.
The hand closed on his again.
"Well, what is It to be, Doc?"
' "Chamberl ai n, you shall see t hem, " said t he
Doctor, "and by God, my boy, if man can do
it, I'll see you Governor of Maine yet , "
The surgeon set to work. In those days sur -
gery was .in t he infancy of i ts development.
Anaesthesia'"had j ust been discovered; ant i sepsis
was dark in the future. It ia a st r ange t hi ng
t hat more men did not die behind t he fighting
lines.
The Doctor looked up from his work, di st urbed
by the sound' of t rampl i ng horses breaki ng
t hrough low bushes. The short, st urdy, round-
shouldered man had dismounted. He advanced,
roiling a cigar about his lips. He was General
Grant . The Doctor knew him. He touched hi s
hand to his forehead.
"Who is i t ?" asked Grant , as he caught si ght
of t he motionless form on t he table.
"Colonel Chamberlain, sir, of t he 20t h Mai ne, "'
replied the surgeon.
"I know hi m, " said Grant . " I s he badly hur t ? "
j**p will not live until morni ng, " mut t er ed t he
D$CTor. "Shot t hrough the lower i nt est i nes. "
"He' s too good a man to die, " said t he Gen-
eral, as he wat ched t he still, sad face. "He was
worth a great deal to us. "
A sudden inspiration seized the Doctor. .
"He is too damn good to die, General Grant , "
he cried, as he faced t he Commander of t he
Army, looking down on hi m. "But I guess he' s
got to go. He' s a colonel. 'Colonel' will be cut
on his tombstone. He' s wort h more t han t hat .
He will not live until sunrise. Let t hem make
it ' General' on the stone, sir.*.'
Gr ant looked up sharpl y. Hi s eyes wandered
to the table. He chewed his cigar. Hi s hands
were behind hi s back. He was rest i ng on one
foot, the ot her was pushed a little out. I t was a
charact eri st i c pose.
"I guess you' re right, Doctor, " he said slowly.
' General' would look better. They may make It
' general !*
The Doctor put out hi s damp hand. Gr ant
took it.
"Can you pull hi m t hr ough?" he asked.
"I' ll do It, by God, I' ll do It," said t he Doct or
simply.
He pulled him t hrough. Per haps it was , t he
news of his promotion. Per haps It was t he com-
ing of his wife from Maine. At any r at e, Br i ga-
dier-General Chamberl ai n conducted the formali-
ties of Lee' s surrender at Appomat t ox as a spe-
cial mar k of hi s services. But he al ways said
t hat it was t he Doctor who should have had t he
glory.
MAYOR JBWBTT OF BUFFALO AKD OOMMANDER-IN-GHIEF CLARKSON IN G. A. R.
UNIFORM.
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Camp Jewett at "The Front,*
THE G. A. R. ENCAMPMENT.
In a park overlookIng Niagara River. Thirteen hundred .tents, wi t h accommodations for eleven, thousand veterans.
(By courtesy of "The Buffalo Express. ' ^
HE LIVED TO BEAR HIS TITLE
COLONEL CHAMBERLAI N WON THE RANK
WHI CH WAS GI VEN TO MARK
HI S TOMBSTONE. / |
The Doctor lives in t he sout heast ern corner of
Orl eans County, near t he Genesee line. If a
t ravel l er cannot find his house readily, any one
within a r adi us of t went y miles will di rect him
accurat el y. Everybody knows t he Doctor, for
which he himself is to be held account abl e. He
is sixty-five years old. He is tall, slender, st rai ght
as a rifle-barrel. Hi s. long white hai r is silky
and fine, and shines like silver. Hi s must ache
droops over a firm, clear cut mout h. Hi s face is
train arfd his nose aquiline. He al ways wears a
broad-bri mmed soft felt hat . The man' s whole
beari ng suggest s the soldier. This impression is
intensified by a fascinating' t ri ck of profanity,
which he learned in t he Army days.
The Doctor was not a soldier. He fought,
however, with the Ar my of t he Pot omac for t wo
years, when the fighting was most deadly. Hi s
conflicts, were behind the hot, smoky lines. He
st rove for t he lives of wrecked men. He saw
t hi ngs which made young men old before t hei r
time. Once he ordered Ulysses S. Grant to wi t h-
dr aw from t he line of fire; once he saved the life
of one. of the bravest men in the service, and
made him a - brigadier-^general to boot on the
spot. He also did many ot her things, concerning
which he keeps silence, for he dislikes to t al k of
himself. Of those known he himself did hot*
Jpeak. Ot hers have told the stories.
Many persons outside of New-Engl and have
heard of Joshua Lawrence Chamberl ai n, of t he
t a t e of Maine. He has been more or less prcjm-
^ent l y connected with the Government of the
United St at es and of his nat i ve Commonweal t h
since the war. He was president of Bowdoin
CoJlege until 1883, when he resigned. Chamber-
lain left the faculty of Bowdoin College in 18(52
fori Virginia, in command of the 20th Maine Regi-
ment , hard fighters, with many scars of honor
on ; thei^ flags. On June 18, 18G4, the Army
1
of
the;. Pot omac was si t t i ng In front of Pet ersburg.
The fire was bitter all along the lines. Scrim-
mages and close infighting swung backward and
forward.
Colonel Chamberl ain in person, as was his.
habi t , led his brigade, for he had. been placed
over more regiments t han his own by t hat time.
He! was st ruck down, helpless. Hi s men, who
worshipped him as men do those whom they
t r ust from knowledge acquired in mi nut es of ex-
pected death, carried him to the nearest field
hospital. The Doctor had charge of It. He had
been worki ng for t went y hours. He did the
cut t i ng, and pushed the dismembered bodies
al ong for his assi st ant s to tie up and bandage.
Blood covered him and made him dark brown.
His! boots were soggy, as are men' s who walk
In thin mud. The wat er in the mud was dark
brown also. The thick, cloudy fluid had made
little rivulets, which collected in puddles agai nst
t he barri er formed by waxy legs and ar ms. There
was a heavy smell in t he air. I t arose from t he
fresh blood; and t he human wreckage,
The men wi t h t he l i t t er set it down. One of
them advanced.
"Who is i t ?" said t he Doctor shortly. He had
no time for parley.
"Colonel Chamberl ai n of t he 20th Maine," r e-
plied t he soldier. "He' s hur t bad, Do c "
"Bri ng him up, " said t he Doctor. He had
known "Josh"' Chamberl ai n for a br ave man.
and had awai t ed news cf hi s deat h ever since
he first had met him. They laid Chamberl ai n
on t he table. The Doctor made a rapi d exami -
nat i on. He said nothing. Chamberl ai n had fol-
lowed hi m wi t h silent lips, but wi t h eloquent
eyes.
"Well, Doc," he murmured, "am I a goner?"
"You are pret t y badl y hurt ; Colonel," said t he
Doctor. He was shot t hr ough t he abdomen.
The bullet had ripped into, t he intestines.
"Doc.," whispered Chamberlain, as he grasped
t he Doctor' s hand, "Doc, I' ve got a wife and
two boys u p t here in Maine. I want t o see t hem
before I go. Can yon nel p me t hr ough?"
The Doctor t urned away. He saw a par t y of
horsemen a little to his ri ght . A short, t hi ck-
set man, wi t h round shoulders and a slouch hat
was si t t i ng hi s horse In front of t he ot hers.
The surgeon recognized t he horseman in t he
dim, unconscious way of persons who ar e deep
in thought. He was wondering what he should
say to Chamberl ai n. I t was such a forlorn hope.
The hand closed on his again.
"Well, what is It to be, Doc?"
' "Chamberl ai n, you shall see t hem, " said t he
Doctor, "and by God, my boy, if man can do
it, I'll see you Governor of Maine yet , "
The surgeon set to work. In those days sur -
gery was .in t he infancy of i ts development.
Anaesthesia'"had j ust been discovered; ant i sepsis
was dark in the future. It ia a st r ange t hi ng
t hat more men did not die behind t he fighting
lines.
The Doctor looked up from his work, di st urbed
by the sound' of t rampl i ng horses breaki ng
t hrough low bushes. The short, st urdy, round-
shouldered man had dismounted. He advanced,
roiling a cigar about his lips. He was General
Grant . The Doctor knew him. He touched hi s
hand to his forehead.
"Who is i t ?" asked Grant , as he caught si ght
of t he motionless form on t he table.
"Colonel Chamberlain, sir, of t he 20t h Mai ne, "'
replied the surgeon.
"I know hi m, " said Grant . " I s he badly hur t ? "
j**p will not live until morni ng, " mut t er ed t he
D$CTor. "Shot t hrough the lower i nt est i nes. "
"He' s too good a man to die, " said t he Gen-
eral, as he wat ched t he still, sad face. "He was
worth a great deal to us. "
A sudden inspiration seized the Doctor. .
"He is too damn good to die, General Grant , "
he cried, as he faced t he Commander of t he
Army, looking down on hi m. "But I guess he' s
got to go. He' s a colonel. 'Colonel' will be cut
on his tombstone. He' s wort h more t han t hat .
He will not live until sunrise. Let t hem make
it ' General' on the stone, sir.*.'
Gr ant looked up sharpl y. Hi s eyes wandered
to the table. He chewed his cigar. Hi s hands
were behind hi s back. He was rest i ng on one
foot, the ot her was pushed a little out. I t was a
charact eri st i c pose.
"I guess you' re right, Doctor, " he said slowly.
' General' would look better. They may make It
' general !*
The Doctor put out hi s damp hand. Gr ant
took it.
"Can you pull hi m t hr ough?" he asked.
"I' ll do It, by God, I' ll do It," said t he Doct or
simply.
He pulled him t hrough. Per haps it was , t he
news of his promotion. Per haps It was t he com-
ing of his wife from Maine. At any r at e, Br i ga-
dier-General Chamberl ai n conducted the formali-
ties of Lee' s surrender at Appomat t ox as a spe-
cial mar k of hi s services. But he al ways said
t hat it was t he Doctor who should have had t he
glory.
MAYOR JBWBTT OF BUFFALO AKD OOMMANDER-IN-GHIEF CLARKSON IN G. A. R.
UNIFORM.
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Camp Jewett at "The Front,*
THE G. A. R. ENCAMPMENT.
In a park overlookIng Niagara River. Thirteen hundred .tents, wi t h accommodations for eleven, thousand veterans.
(By courtesy of "The Buffalo Express. ' ^
HE LIVED TO BEAR HIS TITLE
COLONEL CHAMBERLAI N WON THE RANK
WHI CH WAS GI VEN TO MARK
HI S TOMBSTONE. / |
The Doctor lives in t he sout heast ern corner of
Orl eans County, near t he Genesee line. If a
t ravel l er cannot find his house readily, any one
within a r adi us of t went y miles will di rect him
accurat el y. Everybody knows t he Doctor, for
which he himself is to be held account abl e. He
is sixty-five years old. He is tall, slender, st rai ght
as a rifle-barrel. Hi s. long white hai r is silky
and fine, and shines like silver. Hi s must ache
droops over a firm, clear cut mout h. Hi s face is
train arfd his nose aquiline. He al ways wears a
broad-bri mmed soft felt hat . The man' s whole
beari ng suggest s the soldier. This impression is
intensified by a fascinating' t ri ck of profanity,
which he learned in t he Army days.
The Doctor was not a soldier. He fought,
however, with the Ar my of t he Pot omac for t wo
years, when the fighting was most deadly. Hi s
conflicts, were behind the hot, smoky lines. He
st rove for t he lives of wrecked men. He saw
t hi ngs which made young men old before t hei r
time. Once he ordered Ulysses S. Grant to wi t h-
dr aw from t he line of fire; once he saved the life
of one. of the bravest men in the service, and
made him a - brigadier-^general to boot on the
spot. He also did many ot her things, concerning
which he keeps silence, for he dislikes to t al k of
himself. Of those known he himself did hot*
Jpeak. Ot hers have told the stories.
Many persons outside of New-Engl and have
heard of Joshua Lawrence Chamberl ai n, of t he
t a t e of Maine. He has been more or less prcjm-
^ent l y connected with the Government of the
United St at es and of his nat i ve Commonweal t h
since the war. He was president of Bowdoin
CoJlege until 1883, when he resigned. Chamber-
lain left the faculty of Bowdoin College in 18(52
fori Virginia, in command of the 20th Maine Regi-
ment , hard fighters, with many scars of honor
on ; thei^ flags. On June 18, 18G4, the Army
1
of
the;. Pot omac was si t t i ng In front of Pet ersburg.
The fire was bitter all along the lines. Scrim-
mages and close infighting swung backward and
forward.
Colonel Chamberl ain in person, as was his.
habi t , led his brigade, for he had. been placed
over more regiments t han his own by t hat time.
He! was st ruck down, helpless. Hi s men, who
worshipped him as men do those whom they
t r ust from knowledge acquired in mi nut es of ex-
pected death, carried him to the nearest field
hospital. The Doctor had charge of It. He had
been worki ng for t went y hours. He did the
cut t i ng, and pushed the dismembered bodies
al ong for his assi st ant s to tie up and bandage.
Blood covered him and made him dark brown.
His! boots were soggy, as are men' s who walk
In thin mud. The wat er in the mud was dark
brown also. The thick, cloudy fluid had made
little rivulets, which collected in puddles agai nst
t he barri er formed by waxy legs and ar ms. There
was a heavy smell in t he air. I t arose from t he
fresh blood; and t he human wreckage,
The men wi t h t he l i t t er set it down. One of
them advanced.
"Who is i t ?" said t he Doctor shortly. He had
no time for parley.
"Colonel Chamberl ai n of t he 20th Maine," r e-
plied t he soldier. "He' s hur t bad, Do c "
"Bri ng him up, " said t he Doctor. He had
known "Josh"' Chamberl ai n for a br ave man.
and had awai t ed news cf hi s deat h ever since
he first had met him. They laid Chamberl ai n
on t he table. The Doctor made a rapi d exami -
nat i on. He said nothing. Chamberl ai n had fol-
lowed hi m wi t h silent lips, but wi t h eloquent
eyes.
"Well, Doc," he murmured, "am I a goner?"
"You are pret t y badl y hurt ; Colonel," said t he
Doctor. He was shot t hr ough t he abdomen.
The bullet had ripped into, t he intestines.
"Doc.," whispered Chamberlain, as he grasped
t he Doctor' s hand, "Doc, I' ve got a wife and
two boys u p t here in Maine. I want t o see t hem
before I go. Can yon nel p me t hr ough?"
The Doctor t urned away. He saw a par t y of
horsemen a little to his ri ght . A short, t hi ck-
set man, wi t h round shoulders and a slouch hat
was si t t i ng hi s horse In front of t he ot hers.
The surgeon recognized t he horseman in t he
dim, unconscious way of persons who ar e deep
in thought. He was wondering what he should
say to Chamberl ai n. I t was such a forlorn hope.
The hand closed on his again.
"Well, what is It to be, Doc?"
' "Chamberl ai n, you shall see t hem, " said t he
Doctor, "and by God, my boy, if man can do
it, I'll see you Governor of Maine yet , "
The surgeon set to work. In those days sur -
gery was .in t he infancy of i ts development.
Anaesthesia'"had j ust been discovered; ant i sepsis
was dark in the future. It ia a st r ange t hi ng
t hat more men did not die behind t he fighting
lines.
The Doctor looked up from his work, di st urbed
by the sound' of t rampl i ng horses breaki ng
t hrough low bushes. The short, st urdy, round-
shouldered man had dismounted. He advanced,
roiling a cigar about his lips. He was General
Grant . The Doctor knew him. He touched hi s
hand to his forehead.
"Who is i t ?" asked Grant , as he caught si ght
of t he motionless form on t he table.
"Colonel Chamberlain, sir, of t he 20t h Mai ne, "'
replied the surgeon.
"I know hi m, " said Grant . " I s he badly hur t ? "
j**p will not live until morni ng, " mut t er ed t he
D$CTor. "Shot t hrough the lower i nt est i nes. "
"He' s too good a man to die, " said t he Gen-
eral, as he wat ched t he still, sad face. "He was
worth a great deal to us. "
A sudden inspiration seized the Doctor. .
"He is too damn good to die, General Grant , "
he cried, as he faced t he Commander of t he
Army, looking down on hi m. "But I guess he' s
got to go. He' s a colonel. 'Colonel' will be cut
on his tombstone. He' s wort h more t han t hat .
He will not live until sunrise. Let t hem make
it ' General' on the stone, sir.*.'
Gr ant looked up sharpl y. Hi s eyes wandered
to the table. He chewed his cigar. Hi s hands
were behind hi s back. He was rest i ng on one
foot, the ot her was pushed a little out. I t was a
charact eri st i c pose.
"I guess you' re right, Doctor, " he said slowly.
' General' would look better. They may make It
' general !*
The Doctor put out hi s damp hand. Gr ant
took it.
"Can you pull hi m t hr ough?" he asked.
"I' ll do It, by God, I' ll do It," said t he Doct or
simply.
He pulled him t hrough. Per haps it was , t he
news of his promotion. Per haps It was t he com-
ing of his wife from Maine. At any r at e, Br i ga-
dier-General Chamberl ai n conducted the formali-
ties of Lee' s surrender at Appomat t ox as a spe-
cial mar k of hi s services. But he al ways said
t hat it was t he Doctor who should have had t he
glory.
MAYOR JBWBTT OF BUFFALO AKD OOMMANDER-IN-GHIEF CLARKSON IN G. A. R.
UNIFORM.
(Br oourtesy ot nSxe Buffalo Expre.">
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i
Camp Jewett at "The Front,*
THE G. A. R. ENCAMPMENT.
In a park overlookIng Niagara River. Thirteen hundred .tents, wi t h accommodations for eleven, thousand veterans.
(By courtesy of "The Buffalo Express. ' ^
HE LIVED TO BEAR HIS TITLE
COLONEL CHAMBERLAI N WON THE RANK
WHI CH WAS GI VEN TO MARK
HI S TOMBSTONE. / |
The Doctor lives in t he sout heast ern corner of
Orl eans County, near t he Genesee line. If a
t ravel l er cannot find his house readily, any one
within a r adi us of t went y miles will di rect him
accurat el y. Everybody knows t he Doctor, for
which he himself is to be held account abl e. He
is sixty-five years old. He is tall, slender, st rai ght
as a rifle-barrel. Hi s. long white hai r is silky
and fine, and shines like silver. Hi s must ache
droops over a firm, clear cut mout h. Hi s face is
train arfd his nose aquiline. He al ways wears a
broad-bri mmed soft felt hat . The man' s whole
beari ng suggest s the soldier. This impression is
intensified by a fascinating' t ri ck of profanity,
which he learned in t he Army days.
The Doctor was not a soldier. He fought,
however, with the Ar my of t he Pot omac for t wo
years, when the fighting was most deadly. Hi s
conflicts, were behind the hot, smoky lines. He
st rove for t he lives of wrecked men. He saw
t hi ngs which made young men old before t hei r
time. Once he ordered Ulysses S. Grant to wi t h-
dr aw from t he line of fire; once he saved the life
of one. of the bravest men in the service, and
made him a - brigadier-^general to boot on the
spot. He also did many ot her things, concerning
which he keeps silence, for he dislikes to t al k of
himself. Of those known he himself did hot*
Jpeak. Ot hers have told the stories.
Many persons outside of New-Engl and have
heard of Joshua Lawrence Chamberl ai n, of t he
t a t e of Maine. He has been more or less prcjm-
^ent l y connected with the Government of the
United St at es and of his nat i ve Commonweal t h
since the war. He was president of Bowdoin
CoJlege until 1883, when he resigned. Chamber-
lain left the faculty of Bowdoin College in 18(52
fori Virginia, in command of the 20th Maine Regi-
ment , hard fighters, with many scars of honor
on ; thei^ flags. On June 18, 18G4, the Army
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of
the;. Pot omac was si t t i ng In front of Pet ersburg.
The fire was bitter all along the lines. Scrim-
mages and close infighting swung backward and
forward.
Colonel Chamberl ain in person, as was his.
habi t , led his brigade, for he had. been placed
over more regiments t han his own by t hat time.
He! was st ruck down, helpless. Hi s men, who
worshipped him as men do those whom they
t r ust from knowledge acquired in mi nut es of ex-
pected death, carried him to the nearest field
hospital. The Doctor had charge of It. He had
been worki ng for t went y hours. He did the
cut t i ng, and pushed the dismembered bodies
al ong for his assi st ant s to tie up and bandage.
Blood covered him and made him dark brown.
His! boots were soggy, as are men' s who walk
In thin mud. The wat er in the mud was dark
brown also. The thick, cloudy fluid had made
little rivulets, which collected in puddles agai nst
t he barri er formed by waxy legs and ar ms. There
was a heavy smell in t he air. I t arose from t he
fresh blood; and t he human wreckage,
The men wi t h t he l i t t er set it down. One of
them advanced.
"Who is i t ?" said t he Doctor shortly. He had
no time for parley.
"Colonel Chamberl ai n of t he 20th Maine," r e-
plied t he soldier. "He' s hur t bad, Do c "
"Bri ng him up, " said t he Doctor. He had
known "Josh"' Chamberl ai n for a br ave man.
and had awai t ed news cf hi s deat h ever since
he first had met him. They laid Chamberl ai n
on t he table. The Doctor made a rapi d exami -
nat i on. He said nothing. Chamberl ai n had fol-
lowed hi m wi t h silent lips, but wi t h eloquent
eyes.
"Well, Doc," he murmured, "am I a goner?"
"You are pret t y badl y hurt ; Colonel," said t he
Doctor. He was shot t hr ough t he abdomen.
The bullet had ripped into, t he intestines.
"Doc.," whispered Chamberlain, as he grasped
t he Doctor' s hand, "Doc, I' ve got a wife and
two boys u p t here in Maine. I want t o see t hem
before I go. Can yon nel p me t hr ough?"
The Doctor t urned away. He saw a par t y of
horsemen a little to his ri ght . A short, t hi ck-
set man, wi t h round shoulders and a slouch hat
was si t t i ng hi s horse In front of t he ot hers.
The surgeon recognized t he horseman in t he
dim, unconscious way of persons who ar e deep
in thought. He was wondering what he should
say to Chamberl ai n. I t was such a forlorn hope.
The hand closed on his again.
"Well, what is It to be, Doc?"
' "Chamberl ai n, you shall see t hem, " said t he
Doctor, "and by God, my boy, if man can do
it, I'll see you Governor of Maine yet , "
The surgeon set to work. In those days sur -
gery was .in t he infancy of i ts development.
Anaesthesia'"had j ust been discovered; ant i sepsis
was dark in the future. It ia a st r ange t hi ng
t hat more men did not die behind t he fighting
lines.
The Doctor looked up from his work, di st urbed
by the sound' of t rampl i ng horses breaki ng
t hrough low bushes. The short, st urdy, round-
shouldered man had dismounted. He advanced,
roiling a cigar about his lips. He was General
Grant . The Doctor knew him. He touched hi s
hand to his forehead.
"Who is i t ?" asked Grant , as he caught si ght
of t he motionless form on t he table.
"Colonel Chamberlain, sir, of t he 20t h Mai ne, "'
replied the surgeon.
"I know hi m, " said Grant . " I s he badly hur t ? "
j**p will not live until morni ng, " mut t er ed t he
D$CTor. "Shot t hrough the lower i nt est i nes. "
"He' s too good a man to die, " said t he Gen-
eral, as he wat ched t he still, sad face. "He was
worth a great deal to us. "
A sudden inspiration seized the Doctor. .
"He is too damn good to die, General Grant , "
he cried, as he faced t he Commander of t he
Army, looking down on hi m. "But I guess he' s
got to go. He' s a colonel. 'Colonel' will be cut
on his tombstone. He' s wort h more t han t hat .
He will not live until sunrise. Let t hem make
it ' General' on the stone, sir.*.'
Gr ant looked up sharpl y. Hi s eyes wandered
to the table. He chewed his cigar. Hi s hands
were behind hi s back. He was rest i ng on one
foot, the ot her was pushed a little out. I t was a
charact eri st i c pose.
"I guess you' re right, Doctor, " he said slowly.
' General' would look better. They may make It
' general !*
The Doctor put out hi s damp hand. Gr ant
took it.
"Can you pull hi m t hr ough?" he asked.
"I' ll do It, by God, I' ll do It," said t he Doct or
simply.
He pulled him t hrough. Per haps it was , t he
news of his promotion. Per haps It was t he com-
ing of his wife from Maine. At any r at e, Br i ga-
dier-General Chamberl ai n conducted the formali-
ties of Lee' s surrender at Appomat t ox as a spe-
cial mar k of hi s services. But he al ways said
t hat it was t he Doctor who should have had t he
glory.
MAYOR JBWBTT OF BUFFALO AKD OOMMANDER-IN-GHIEF CLARKSON IN G. A. R.
UNIFORM.
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