"You a good man, Tony Moore; and if I can do as much for you anoder time, I do it." Having settled this, Tony went round to the hospital tent in rear of the regiment, having tied up his face with a handkerchief.
"Well, what is it, sergeant ?" the negro who acted as an orderly, and sometimes helped the surgeon mix his drugs, asked.

"De doctor am gone away, and I don't 'spect he come back again to-night." "Dat am bery bad ting," Tony said dolefully.

"Can't you do something for me, Sam Smith?
I tink you know quite as much about de medicines as de doctor himself." "Not quite so much, sergeant, not quite so much; but I'se no fool, and my old mother she used to make medicine for de plantation and knew a heap about herbs, so it am natural dat I should take to it.

What can I gib you ?" "Well, Sam, you see, sometimes I'se 'flicted dre'fful wid de faceache--him just go jump, jump, jump, as if he bust right up.

Mose times I find de best ting am to put a little laudabun in my mouf, and a little on bit of rag and put him outside.