neducated
people, he had a far greater dread of cholera than others better
informed. But his friend's decision was enough for him, and, swallowing
his fears with a gulp, he wiped the perspiration from his forehead and
followed Phil to the hospital.
"There, it's not half so bad as you imagined, and, for the matter of
that, not nearly so serious an undertaking as I thought," said Phil,
some two weeks later, as he and Tony sat on the door-step of the
hospital, taking a little fresh air after their unpleasant work.
"No, 'tain't as bad, but it's trying," remarked Tony thoughtfully.
And he was right. It had been trying work. Gifted with considerable
common sense and a fair education, Phil had rapidly picked up the duties
of a nurse sufficiently well to be able to render real help to his
comrades who were suffering from cholera, and was now in charge of a
large ward, with Tony to help him. And together they had worked day and
night, relieving one another, and earning the praise of doctors and
patients alike.
"You shall never regret this sacrifice," said the doctor gratefully. "I
have already mentioned you to the colonel; and be sure, when honours are
given at the end of the campaign, you will not be overlooked. I know
what it means to you, and that you would far rather face the guns of the
Russians than this disease."
"It's not so bad, now we're used to it, sir," said Phil; "but I own I'd
far rather be in the fighting-line; not so much because I fear the
disease, as because it is so distressing to see all these poor fellows
die in agony."
"Right, lad, right! I know what it means," the doctor answered, with a
sigh. "But, thank Heavens! the epidemic is abating."
By the middle of August there was a considerable decrease, though the
fleet was suffering severely in spite of having severed its connection
with the shore. A week later the number of cases was infinitesimal
compared with what it had been, and in consequence arrangements were
pushed forward for another move.
"We shall go to the Crimea this time," said the doctor, who seemed to
have taken quite a fancy to Phil, and often indulged in a chat with him.
"Austria has moved 50,000 or more of her troops down Silistria way, and
the Russians have raised the siege and retired. Now we are going to
show them that war cannot be commenced with impunity on such trivial
grounds. It is supposed to be a secret, but Sebastopol will undoubtedly
be our object, and
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