Another peculiarity of these hospital meals was the rapidity with which the edibles vanished,and the impossibility of getting a drop or crumb after the usual time.At the first ring of the bell,a general stampede took place;some twenty hungry souls rushed to the dining-room,swept over the table like a swarm of locusts,and left no fragment for any tardy creature who arrived fifteen minutes late.Thinking it of more importance that the patients should be well and comfortably fed,I took my time about my own meals for the first day or two after I came,but was speedily enlightened by Isaac,the black waiter,who bore with me a few times,and then informed me,looking as stern as fate:
"I say,mam,ef you comes so late you can't have no vittles,?'cause I'm 'bleeged fer ter git things ready fer de doctors 'mazin'spry arter you nusses and folks is done.De gen'lemen don't kere fer ter wait,no more does I;so you jes'please ter come at de time,and dere won't be no frettin'nowheres."It was a new sensation to stand looking at a full table,painfully conscious of one of the vacuums which Nature abhors,and receive orders to right about face,without partaking of the nourishment which your inner woman clamorously demanded.The doctors always fared better than we;and for a moment a desperate impulse prompted me to give them a hint,by walking off with the mutton,or confiscating the pie.But Ike's eye was on me,and,to my shame be it spoken,I walked meekly away;went dinnerless that day,and that evening went to market,laying in a small stock of crackers,cheese and apples,that my boys might not be neglected,nor myself obliged to bolt solid and liquid dyspepsias,or starve.This plan would have succeeded admirably had not the evil star under which I was born,been in the ascendant during that month,and cast its malign influences even into my "'umble "larder;for the rats had their dessert off my cheese,the bugs set up housekeeping in my cracker bag,and the apples like all worldly riches,took to themselves wings and flew away;whither no man could tell,though certain black imps might have thrown light upon the matter,had not the plaintiff in the case been loth to add another to the many trials of long-suffering.
Africa.After this failure I resigned myself to fate,and,remembering that bread was called the staff of life,leaned pretty exclusively upon it;but it proved a broken reed,and I came to the ground after a few weeks of prison fare,varied by an occasional potato or surreptitious sip of milk.
Very soon after leaving the care of my ward,I discovered that I had no appetite,and cut the bread and butter interests almost entirely,trying the exercise and sun cure instead.
Flattering myself that I had plenty of time,and could see all that was to be seen,so far as a lone lorn female could venture in a city,one-half of whose male population seemed to be taking the other half to the guard-house,?every morning I took a brisk run in one direction or another;for the January days were as mild as Spring.A rollicking north wind and occasional snow storm would have been more to my taste,for the one would have braced and refreshed tired body and soul,the other have purified the air,and spread a clean coverlid over the bed,wherein the capital of these United States appeared to be dozing pretty soundly just then.
One of these trips was to the Armory Hospital,the neatness,comfort,and convenience of which makes it an honor to its presiding genius,and arouses all the covetous propensities of such nurses as came from other hospitals to visit it.
The long,clean,warm,and airy wards,built barrack-fashion,with the nurse's room at the end,were fully appreciated by Nurse Periwinkle,whose ward and private bower were cold,dirty,inconvenient,up stairs and down stairs,and in every body's chamber.At the Armory,in ward K,I found a cheery,bright-eyed,white-aproned little lady,reading at her post near the stove;matting under her feet;a draft of fresh air flowing in above her head;a table full of trays,glasses,and such matters,on one side,a large,well-stocked medicine chest on the other;and all her duty seemed to be going about now and then to give doses,issue orders,which well-trained attendants executed,and pet,advise,or comfort Tom,Dick,or Harry,as she found best.As I watched the proceedings,I recalled my own tribulations,and contrasted the two hospitals in a way that would have caused my summary dismissal,could it have been reported at headquarters.Here,order,method,common sense and liberality reigned and ruled,in a style that did one's heart good to see;at the Hurly burly Hotel,disorder,discomfort,bad management,and no visible head,reduced things to a condition which I despair of describing.The circumlocution fashion prevailed,forms and fusses tormented our souls,and unnecessary strictness in one place was counterbalanced by unpardonable laxity in another.Here is a sample :I am dressing Sam Dammer's shoulder;and,having cleansed the wound,look about for some strips of adhesive plaster to hold on the little square of wet linen which is to cover the gunshot wound;the case is not in the tray;Frank,the sleepy,half-sick attendant,knows nothing of it;we rummage high and low;Sam is tired,and fumes;Frank dawdles and yawns;the men advise and laugh at the flurry;I feel like a boiling tea-kettle,with the lid ready to fly off and damage somebody.
