The Child of Waterloo, or, The Horrors of the Battle-Field — page 57: what you’re looking at

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54 THE CHILD OF WATERLOO. Away went Jem on his new errand, and scarcely could he have got half way there when Mr. Bland arrived at the Morton Aris, and was led into the room by Susan, who had recovered from her fainting, and crept down-stairs again. Mr. Bland approached the bed, and looked earnestly in the face of the wounded traveler. He took a small mirror from his pocket, and held it a moment before the lips. ‘He is not dead,” he said—‘* we may rally him yet. Get me some brandy.” The medical man bound the upper sheet carefully round the wound which the traveler had received, while Toggs left the room, after he had made a rapid investigation of it, and fully satisfied himself that nothing could really be done to save the life of the wounded man. ‘He is a dead man within an hour,” hesaid to himself. ‘ The wound is mortal; but if the further effusion of blood can be prevented, he may live some hours yet, by the aid of stimulants.” At this moment Toggs returned, and handed a glass of the liquor to the surgeon. Mr. Bland poured a very siuall quan- tity of it between the lips of the traveler, and then, sliding his band under his head, he partially supported him in the bed. The wounded traveler now opened his eyes, and groaned; then in a low, feeble voice, expressive of much pain he said,— “ Dying—dying—dving!”"" _ Can you see?’ said Mr. Bland. ‘<'Who speaks to me—who speaks ?” ‘Who wounded you ?” said the surgeon, ‘“‘I—I know not. Tall, dark——” “Remember that, Toggs.” _ “Yes, sir.” “The knife—the dreadful knife! My life-blood followed it as he drew it forth from my heart.” ‘‘ ‘Was he dressed or undressed ?” ‘‘Dressed—dressed; tall and dark. He—he killed me—he killed me. and with me killed bopes which to-morrow might have realized. The suddle—the saddle. The papers—oh, the papers—where are they ?” ‘* What does he mean, Toggs ?” ‘*Why, Mr. Bland, he means——” ‘‘Captain Morton is here,” said Jem, popping his head into the room. ‘**Thank Heaven!” said the surgeon. ‘If he has anything of importance to communicate he may do it now.” Captain Morton had been aroused by Jem, and. with his habits of military precision, he had been able to get from home and down to the Morton Arms much sooner than might have been expected, considering the distance he bad to come. Jem had run on before, and ha¢ the door ready opened, so that there was no delay whatever in admitting the captain, who had proceeded straight to the chamber, conducted by Jein, who could tell him no more than that {he wounded man had expressed an earnest desire to see him before he died. This, however, was quite enough to induce the captain to come at once; and now comicbooks. com