ndergrowth. The horse stood quietly; there was no
movement of the bushes among which the Doctor fell, and the mirth of the
observers changed to fear lest an accident of a serious nature had
occurred. The officers and servant rushed to the spot. Fortunately the
fall had been broken somewhat by the bushes, but nevertheless plainly
audible groans in Dutch escaped him, and when aware of the presence of
the observers, exclamations in half broken English as to what the result
might have been. The actual result was that the horse was forthwith
condemned as "no goot" by the Doctor; an ambulance sent for, and
necessity for the first time made him take a seat during the march in
that vehicle, a practice disgracefully common among army surgeons. The
horse in charge of the servant followed, but was ever after used as a
pack. No amount of persuasion, even when way-worn and foot-sore from the
march, could induce the Doctor to remount his charger.

Middle-Borough, a pretty place near the Bull Run Range of mountains, was
reached about ten o'clock in the forenoon of the day after leaving the
Gap. After the first Bull Run battle the place was made use of, as
indeed were all the towns as far up the country as Martinsburg, as a
Rebel hospital. Some of the inmates in butternut and grey, with surgeons
and officers on parole in like color, but gorgeous in gilding, were
still to be seen about the streets. Greyheaded darkies and picaninnies
peered with grinning faces over every fence. The wenches were busily
employing the time allowed for the halt in baking hoe-cakes for the men.

In front of the principal mansion of the place, owned by a Major in the
Rebel service under Jackson, a small group of officers and men were
interesting themselves in the examination of an antique naval sword that
had just been purchased by a Sergeant from a venerable Uncle Ned, who
stood hat in hand, his bald head exposed to the sun, bowing as each new
comer joined the crowd.

"Dat sword, gemmen," said the negro, politely and repeatedly bowing,
"belonged to a Captain ob de Louisiana Tigers dat Hannar Amander and me
nussed, case he came late and couldn't get into de hospitals or houses,
dey was so full right after de fust big Bull Run fight. His thigh was
all shot to pieces. He hadn't any money, and didn't seem to hab any
friends but Hannar Amander."

"Who is Hannah Amanda?" said one of the crowd.

"My wife, sah," said the old man, crossing his breast slowly with h