Finally one stopped and knelt down over me and whispered something in my ear.
I threw up my arms to clasp the beautiful vision to my bosom, when I felt my arm grabbed, and "D--n ye, I wish you would keep your d--n arm off my wound, ye hurt me," came from the soldier in the next bunk.

The sun was shining full in my face.

I got up and went down to breakfast.

The bill of fare was much better for breakfast than it had been for supper; in fact it was what is called a "jarvis" breakfast.

After breakfast, I took a ramble around the city.