All foes, visible and invisible, were in this way scared away from the fort.
Hearing that I was a doctor, the commandant asked me to see several of his men who were on the sick list.

Among them was one poor young fellow dying, in the next room to mine, of remittent fever.

When I went to the bedside the patient was lying down deadly ill, weak, and emaciated; but two of his companions took him by the arms, and, telling him to sit up, would have pulled him into what they considered a more respectful attitude.

In the morning I again went to see the poor fellow.

He was lying on his side undergoing treatment.