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Text for Page 163 [04-28-1862]

	The Interior of an Hospital.
what he called poison-flowers.    (I believe the
man had a monomania on the subject.)       Off
with Anderson, who in his civil, Irish way
tried to put me under a course of cross-exami-
nation for items, volunteering nothing in return,
after the manner of Herald reporters.           To
Clark�s house where I found Skilton, came
to inquire about the causes of the escape of a
poor fellow belonging to his regiment, who, re-
moved from his care, had been allowed to run
wild into the woods, there to die of delirium in
fever.     Anderson left.     With Drs Bentley
and Skilton into the upper room of the hospi-
tal, that in which I had slept on my first 
night before Yorktown.  In it there were about
ten wounded men on couches.   One, a deserter
from the enemy had been shot through the body,
just above the arch of the aorta, as he advan-
ced with his arms raised, to show that he had
no weapon, towards our scared picket.      He was
from Michigan and had belonged to a Missi-
sippi regiment.    He had a flushed, feverish
face but the doctors thought he might recover.
Others were variously wounded with shot, shell,
or bullet; some lay with their legs in troughs
or boxes, some sat upright in bed, supported
by frames.      It was a lovely, sunny day, the
windows open.     A stroll afterwards, up into               
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