Even Mrs. Baron forgot all
else now but the pressing necessity of relieving pain and saving
life, but she had eyes only for those who wore the gray. Mrs.
Whately, on the contrary, made no distinction, and many a poor
fellow, in blue as well as gray, blessed her as she aided the
surgeons, two of whom were from the Union lines. Miss Lou remained
chiefly in her own room and busied herself preparing bandages,
sparing not her own rather scanty store of underclothing in the
task.
Mr. Baron was in the dining-room, dispensing wines and liquors to
the officers who were coming and going. The Confederate general had
made the wide hearth, on which roared an ample fire, his
headquarters for the time, and was turning first one side then the
other toward the blaze, in order to dry his uniform. Poor Aun' Suke
had been threatened into renewed activity, and with many colored
assistants had begun a stewing, baking and frying which promised to
be interminable. Chickens, pigs and cattle had been killed wherever
found, for hungry soldiers after a battle and in darkness ask no
questions on either side.
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