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Rh the tangled threads of work which they had promised to do, and tie them myself, and he was thanking me for it. Well, it was one satisfaction that I craved no praise from men of his calibre—if I did any good to any poor suffering men in the coarse blue of a private soldier, I hoped to be remembered in his heart—that was all.

I saw my patient—who had been left to die, and would have died soon but for the help he had—made comfortable, and tended him daily, till he was sent to the General Hospital, and had the satisfaction of knowing that he fully recovered. I saw him afterward in Washington.