Meanwhile, General Meade had again advanced and occupied the place--I
was discovered, and removed as soon as possible to the Federal
hospital, where they could have me under guard. Faith! they are smart
people--our friends the Yankees! They are convinced that 'every little
helps,' and they had no idea of allowing that tremendous Southern
paladin, Colonel Mohun, to escape! So I was sent to hospital. The
removal caused a return of fever--I was within an inch of the
grave--and this brings me to the circumstance that I wish to relate for
your amusement.
"For some days after my removal to the Federal hospital, I was
delirious, but am now convinced that much which I then took for the
wanderings of a fevered brain, was real.
"I used to lie awake a great deal, and one gloomy night I saw, or
dreamed I saw, as I then supposed, _that woman_ enter my ward, in
company with the surgeon. She bent over me, glared upon me with those
dark eyes, which you no doubt remember, and then drawing back said to
the surgeon:--
"'Will he live?'
"'Impossible to say, madam,' was the reply. 'The ball passed through
his breast, and although these wounds are almost always mortal, men do
now and then recover from them.'
"'Will this one?'
"'I cannot tell you, madam, his constitution seems powerful.
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