ealth and luxury at their feet.

"A little farther on in the car, I chanced to look down, and there at my
feet lay a young man, not more than eighteen or nineteen years old; hair
tossed back from his noble white brow; long brown lashes lying on his
cheek; face as delicate and refined as a girl's. I spoke to him and he
opened his eyes, but could not answer me. I held an orange before him,
and he looked a Yes; so I cut a hole in it and squeezed some of the
juice into his mouth. It seemed to revive him a little, and after
sitting a short time I left him. Soon after, they carried him out on a
stretcher--poor fellow! He was dying when I saw him, and I could but
think of his mother and sisters who would have given worlds to stand
beside him as I did. By this time it was growing dark, my oranges had
given out, and we were sadly in the way; so we left, to be haunted for
many a day by the terrible pictures we had seen on our first visit to a
Hospital Train.

"My next experience was much pleasanter. I had the privilege of a ride
on one from Chattanooga to Nashville, and an opportunity of seeing the
plan of arrangement of the train. There were three hundred and fourteen
sick and wounded men on board, occupying nine or ten cars, with the
surgeon's car in the middle of the train. This car is divided into three
compartments; at one end is the store-room where are kept the eatables
and bedding, at the other, the kitchen; and between the two the
surgeon's room, containing his bed, secretary, and shelves and pigeon
holes for instruments, medicines, etc. A narrow hall connects the
store-room and kitchen, and great windows or openings in the opposite
sides of the car give a pleasant draft of air. Sitting in a comfortable
arm-chair, one would not wish a pleasanter mode of traveling, especially
through the glorious mountains of East Tennessee, and further on, over
the fragrant, fertile meadows, and the rolling hills and plains of
Northern Alabama and middle Tennessee, clothed in their fresh green
garments of new cotton and corn. This is all charming for a passenger,
but a hospital train is a busy place for the surgeons and nurses.

"The men come on at evening, selected from the different hospitals,
according to their ability to be moved, and after having had their tea,
the wounds have to be freshly dressed. This takes till midnight, perhaps
longer, and the surgeon must be on the watch continually, for on him
falls the responsibility, not