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The Bushwhacker Nurse
by
“Almia now explained how she happened to appear upon the scene, and, addressing the wounded man, she said she hoped she could soon find some way of conveying him to a hospital. ‘Hospital!’ he cried, springing to his feet under the revivifying influence of the brandy. ‘No hospital for me! I can walk as well as anybody. And now, sir,’ he said, speaking to his former opponent, ‘am I to consider myself vanquished, and am I to go with you as your prisoner?’ The other regarded him without answering, and for the moment Almia, too, was lost in reflection.”
At this point John Gayther, who had been in wars, began to wonder, even if soldiers in these days should engage in single combat with long swords, how one of them could be wounded in the left arm; but he did not interrupt the story.
“The first thing that shaped itself clearly in Almia’s mind was the fear of being left alone in these woods. Now that she was so near the edge of the battle, there was no knowing what she might meet with next. The soldier who had conquered now spoke. ‘Yes, sir,’ said he; ‘you are my prisoner, and it is my duty to take you to my regiment and deliver you to my officers. I am sorry to do so, but such are the laws of war.’ The other soldier bowed his head, simply remarking, ‘Proceed; I will follow you.'”
“If I should take a prisoner,” thought John Gayther, “I should make him walk in front of me.”
“Then Almia stepped forward; she had made up her mind, and she was very resolute. ‘Gentlemen,’ said she, ‘this cannot be. We are nearing the contending forces; there may be stragglers; and I do not wish to be left alone. You are both my prisoners.’ The two soldiers looked at her in utter amazement. ‘Yes,’ said Almia, firmly; ‘I mean what I say. I am, it is true, a nurse; but I am a bushwhacker nurse, perfectly independent, and free to act according to the dictates of my judgment. You are my prisoners; and if one of you attempts to escape it will be the duty of the other to assist in arresting his enemy. Do not smile; I am armed.’ And with this she took from her pocket the pistol with the five barrels. The two soldiers stopped smiling. ‘Yes,’ continued Almia; ‘I would not wish to do anything of the kind, but if either of you attempts to escape I will call upon him to halt, and if he does not do it I will fire upon his legs while the other soldier attacks him with his sword. You are enemies, and each one of you is bound by his soldiery oaths to prevent the escape of the other. I am absolutely impartial. If either of you should be wounded I would dress his wounds and nurse him carefully without asking to which side he belongs. But if either of you attempts to escape I will, as I said, fire at his legs without asking to which side he belongs.’
“The soldier with the brown hair looked at the one with the black hair. ‘If I should attempt to escape,’ said he, ‘would you assist this lady in restraining me?’ ‘I would,’ answered the other. ‘Then I would do the same by you,’ said the first speaker. ‘Miss, I am your prisoner.’ ‘And I also,’ said the black-haired soldier.”
“Well, well,” said John Gayther, who had not cut a pea-stick for the last fifteen minutes; “I suppose you could not tell by their uniforms which one of them belonged to your side–I mean the young lady could not tell?”
“Almia had no side,” replied the Daughter of the House, “and the soldiers wore no coats, for they had thrown them aside in the heat of the combat; and she purposely took no note whatever of their trousers. She was determined to be absolutely impartial. ‘Now, then,’ said Almia to her prisoners, ‘I am going to get just as close to the battle as I can. I am delighted to have you with me, not only because you can remove wounded prisoners to shady places where I can nurse them, but because you will be a protection to me. Should an unruly soldier appear from either army he will always be met by an enemy and by me.’