As the howling wind ceased
their clamor, new blood-curdling sounds smote the girl's ears--the
cries of wounded and dying men and horses. Then the ghastly truth,
scarcely thought of in the preceding excitement, sickened her heart,
for she remembered that, scattered over the lawn and within the
grove, were mutilated, bleeding forms. They were all the more
vividly presented to her fancy because hidden by the night.
But little time elapsed before the activity of the surgeons began.
Mr. Baron was summoned and told that his piazzas and as many rooms
as possible must be occupied, and part of the wide hall fitted up
with appliances for amputations. Every suitable place in the out-
buildings was also required.
Mrs. Baron almost shrieked as she heard this, seeing at one mental
glance the dwelling which it had been her ruling passion to maintain
in immaculate order, becoming bloodstained and muddy from top to
bottom.
Mrs. Whately asked only for her son, and he soon appeared, with the
excitement of battle still in his eyes.
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