I had not had more than two hours' sleep at a time since the fighting began, till last night, and then I could not keep up any longer.

Of course, it has been the same with us all, and the heat has made it very trying.

I am particularly anxious to get the wounded well out of the place, for now that the excitement is over I expect an outbreak of fever or dysentery.
"There, that is your man in the corner bed over there." Mallett went over to the bedside, and looked at the wounded man.
His face was drawn and pinched, his eyes sunken in his head, his face deadly pale, and his hair matted with perspiration.
"Do you know me, Captain Mallett ?" "No, lad, I cannot say that I do, though when the doctor told me your name it seemed familiar to me.

Very likely I should have recognised you if I had met you a week since, but, you see, we are both altered a good deal from the effect of our wounds." "I am the son of Farmer Lechmere, your tenant." "Good heavens! man.

You don't mean to say you are Lechmere's eldest son, George! What in the world brought you to this ?" "You did," the man said, sternly.