found out what the plans of the War Department were.
My old friend and companion George L. Hartsuff
, who had like duty to perform on the west side of the lake, was attacked by the Indians and severely wounded, several of his men being killed.
He and a few others made their escape.
was one of the strongest, bravest, finest soldiers I ever knew, and one of my most intimate friends; but, unlike myself, he was always in bad luck.
He got caught by the Seminoles in Florida
; was shipwrecked on Lake Michigan
; came very near dying of yellow fever; and after organizing the Twenty-third Army Corps and commanding it for a time, finally died of the wounds he had received in Florida
I had a new and peculiar experience at Fort Capron during my convalescence.
I had there twenty-five or thirty convalescent soldiers, and no doctor, but an intelligent hospital steward.
I was like the lawyer who was asked to say grace at the table of one of his wealthy clients, and who was unwilling to admit, under such circumstances, that there was any one thing he could not do. So I had sick-call regularly every morning, carefully questioned every patient as to his symptoms, and told the steward what to give him, taking care not to prescribe anything which some doctor had not tried on me. All my patients got well.
At length A. P. Hill
came up from Jupiter
, on his way home on sick-leave.
he had a relapse, and was desperately ill. I had to send a barge to Jupiter
for some medicine which he knew was necessary.
, the sutler, and some of the men helped me to nurse him night and day for a long time.
At length he recovered so far as to continue his journey.
About the same time came orders promoting me to first lieutenant and detailing me for duty at West Point
and I came out of Florida
On board the St. John
's River steamer I had a relapse, and was