Some of us, much moved by the sight, went to the doctors and put the case as strongly as possible, begging them to do something to alleviate his suffering.

They declined to see the case, but got rid of us by giving us a bottle of turpentine, with directions to pour it upon the ulcers to kill the maggots.

We did so.

It must have been cruel torture, and as absurd remedially as cruel, but our hero set his teeth and endured, without a groan.

He was then carried out to the hospital to die.
I said the doctors made a pretense of affording medical relief.