iration and mastication were almost completely
restored to their former condition, and the man was able to speak
distinctly, and even to play the flute. His sense of smell also
returned. He wore two false eyes simply to fill up the cavities of the
orbits, for the parts representing the eyes were closed. The mask was
so well-adapted to what remained of the real face, that it was
considered by all one of the finest specimens of the prothetic art that
could be devised. This soldier, whose name was Moreau, was living and
in perfect health at the time of the report, his bizarre face, without
expression, and his sobriquet, as mentioned, making him an object of
great curiosity. He wore the Cross of Honor, and nothing delighted him
more than to talk about the war. To augment his meager pension he sold
a pamphlet containing in detail an account of his injuries and a
description of the skilfully devised apparatus by which his declining
life was made endurable. A somewhat similar case is mentioned on page
585.

A most remarkable case of a soldier suffering numerous and almost
incredible injuries and recovering and pursuing his vocation with
undampened ardor is that of Jacques Roellinger, Company B, 47th New
York Volunteers. He appeared before a pension board in New York, June
29, 1865, with the following history: In 1862 he suffered a sabre-cut
across the quadriceps extensor of the left thigh, and a sabre-thrust
between the bones of the forearm at the middle third. Soon afterward at
Williamsburg, Va., he was shot in the thigh, the ball passing through
the middle third external to the femur. At Fort Wagner, 1863, he had a
sword-cut, severing the spinal muscles and overlying tissue for a
distance of six inches. Subsequently he was captured by guerillas in
Missouri and tortured by burning splinters of wood, the cicatrices of
which he exhibited; he escaped to Florida, where he was struck by a
fragment of an exploding shell, which passed from without inward,
behind the hamstring on the right leg, and remained embedded and could
be plainly felt. When struck he fell and was fired on by the retiring
enemy. A ball entered between the 6th and 7th ribs just beneath the
apex of the heart, traversed the lungs and issued at the right 9th rib.
He fired his revolver on reception of this shot, and was soon
bayonetted by his own comrades by mistake, this wound also penetrating
the body. He showed a depressed triangular cicatrix on the margin of