Farewell To Beauty And The Beast

: Doctor Jones' Picnic

The royal patient slept soundly until eight o'clock the following

morning, or six consecutive hours. This was so entirely new and

different from anything she had experienced for a very long time, that

nothing could exceed her own and the astonishment of everyone who was

acquainted with the facts. Long and painful had been her nights,

sleepless and full of misery, unless under the influence of a narcotic.

And, as we sai
before, she had reached a point where her system would

endure no more of crude drugging. She always awoke unrefreshed and

miserable from these unnatural, forced sleeps. So when she awoke this

morning, refreshed and rested, her gratitude was boundless.



Dr. Jones received her grateful expressions with the simple, modest

dignity that is characteristic of the good and intelligent the world

over. He made now a critical examination of the heart, and found it

incurably affected. And there were complications of the digestive

organs, etc., that we need not stop to mention. He acquainted the Prince

with the conditions he had found, and showed him why she could not be

cured. But he assured his royal patron, that she might be kept

comfortable, and her life indefinitely prolonged by treating her case

symptomatically as occasion should require.



He remained at the castle several days. In two weeks the royal lady who

had been devoted to immediate death by that school of medicine which

arrogates unto itself the terms, "Liberal," "Regular," and "Scientific,"

walked in her garden!



The effect upon the Count was past our powers of description. "Doctor

Jones," he cried, "I am converted not only to your system, but to God! I

realized, as I witnessed the astounding power of the infinitesimal dose

in this remarkable case, the wisdom and goodness of our Heavenly

Father. And I now say to you, that I am devoted to your cause, and I

shall never rest until your school of medicine shall have free course

throughout all Russia. And you can rest assured that the Prince's

influence, conjoined with my own, will have sufficient weight at court

to break down all barriers and opposition to the propagandism of your

blessed system of medicine. This shall be my life work, and I only wish

that you were going to stay with me. But I will not urge that point, as

I know that you are pledged to prosecute your effort to reach the North

Pole. You will succeed in that enterprise, and the world will ring with

your praise. But far grander than all this is your simple, sublime faith

in God, and in the beautiful law by which you are guided in the

selection of the remedy in the treatment of the sick. I am a far better

man, physically, morally, and spiritually for having met you."



"If my visit to Russia shall effect the recognition of my school by your

Government, I shall forever thank God for sending me here. This is

probably the entering wedge that shall open Europe to us, and induce the

inquiry and investigation that we crave. Let our system stand or fall

upon its merits."



And so the friends conversed and laid their plans for the introduction

of the new medical system into Europe. The Prince also joined them in

their plans, and his enthusiasm quite equaled that of the Count. Among

other items, the two noble converts made arrangements to purchase a

complete stock of books and drugs. Dr. Jones daily taught them the art

of "taking a case," as he called it; or the examination of a patient and

writing down the symptoms.



The three months had expired and Feodora's condition was far above the

danger mark. She was beautiful, rosy, and blushing, romping about with

Mattie, like a great school-girl. So now the morning of their departure

was set. The news was heralded far and wide that the great air-ship

would sail upon a certain day if the wind were favorable.



The morning had arrived, the wind was blowing within a point or two of

north, and every preparation had been made for hoisting anchors. A vast

concourse of people had assembled to witness their departure. The many

friends of the voyagers were present in force, and they loaded them

with presents, many of them very costly. Dr. Jones' practice had been

lucrative beyond anything he had ever dreamed of. He found himself

suddenly made a wealthy man. The gratitude of the people was boundless;

and the simple-hearted man scarcely knew what to do with all the money

that poured in upon him. So he caused a considerable portion of it to be

distributed among the poor peasantry in the vicinity of the castle. He

felt a great sense of sorrow as he looked upon the many faces that he

had learned to love. But all was ready and he must away.



"I have spent some of the happiest hours of my life with yourself and

daughter, my dear Count, and truly hope to visit you again and enjoy

your hospitality. Good-bye, and God bless you all."



He had shaken hands with all those immediately about him, among whom

were the Prince and Princess, and stepped with Mrs. Jones into the cage.

It shot up to the engine-room, the anchors and cables were cast off, and

the splendid globe, so long bound in chains to the earth, arose

majestically into the blue vault above. Loud and mighty were the cheers

that followed them. Silver Cloud, as if impatient at the long delay in

Russia, rapidly ascended three thousand feet, and flew northward at

tremendous speed.



"Could deliverance have come to your house and mine more appropriately

than from the skies, and in yonder silver chariot?" asked the Count of

his two royal friends, while they stood watching the rapidly

disappearing Silver Cloud.



"The deliverance has not come to us alone, but to the suffering millions

of Russia, Count Icanovich. And all through the faithfulness and

earnestness of that modest, yet wonderful little man, Doctor Jones. But

as he said over and over again, 'Let us give God all the glory,'"

replied the Prince.



The company, meanwhile, though much regretting the parting with their

new found friends, yet were exhilarated with the idea that they were

again rapidly rushing toward the object of their expedition. Their

supplies of food, fuel, clothing, etc., had been fully replenished so

far as was necessary, and nothing should now prevent their reaching the

Pole at an exceedingly early date. This they were the more anxious to

do, as the season was getting well advanced, and they desired to be out

of the Arctic region before winter should set in. This was not a matter

of so much concern to them, however, as it had been to all previous

explorers of these frigid regions. The navigators of Silver Cloud had no

frozen seas nor icebergs to contend with, and could soar above all

clouds and storms. And the matter of temperature was of little

consequence to them; for, as Will had said, the cabin was so constructed

that frost could never penetrate its beautiful aluminum walls.



So they were jubilant and happy. Even Sing--whom, by the way, we have

shamefully neglected during the past three months--joined in the general

hilarity, and treated them to many Russian dishes that he had picked up

in the kitchen of the castle, where he had spent his time during their

stay there.



The wind continued all day from the south, so that by evening they

sighted the city of Archangel away to their left. All night they sped at

express train speed toward their destination. When they looked out in

the morning from the balcony, the northern coast of Russia was

indistinctly seen in the southern horizon, and they were again floating

over the floes and bergs of Arctic seas.



"We have crossed the 70th degree of latitude," said the Professor at

breakfast. "We are heading directly for Franz Joseph Land. We should

sight that island by noon at our present rate of speed."



All expressed themselves as delighted at the marvelous performance of

Silver Cloud, and Denison declared that he should never be contented to

settle down to slow going terrestrial life again.



"I move that we set out for the South Pole as soon as we get back to

Washington," said he.



"I second the motion!" cried Mattie.



"I don't know whether women have the elective franchise in this country

or not," laughingly replied Dr. Jones. "At all events, let's get back to

Washington before we plan any more expeditions. I do not doubt that the

South Pole will be our next objective point."



"Just imagine the American flag flying at the two poles of the earth!"

cried Professor Gray. "What could be more appropriate and grander! I

believe Denison's motion to be strictly in order. As to Mattie's

second, I am for female suffrage, here and everywhere upon earth.

Without it woman is but a slave, and can be but what her lord and

master, man, permits her to be."



"Hear! hear!" cried the ladies, clapping their hands.



"What an old Bluebeard of a husband you have, haven't you?" said the

Doctor to Mrs. Jones.



"Oh! you are fishing for compliments," she returned archly, "But I tell

you, sir, that I have my eye upon you. Did you all notice how the

Princess, Feodora, and a lot more of those Russian ladies cried over him

when we were parting from them?" and she shook her finger at him from

the lower end of the table, and tried so hard to look jealous and mad,

and made so dismal a failure of it, that they all laughed heartily.



And so they merrily chatted through the meal. The men then resorted to

the smoking-room, and when all had lighted their cigars or pipes, Fred

asked:



"Which of the battles of the war of the great Rebellion do you consider

to have been the hardest fought, Doctor Jones?"



"Chickamauga is conceded by the majority of our historians to have been

the most savagely contested of the great battles of the war. Something

near forty per cent of the men engaged were killed, wounded, or taken

prisoner."



"Were you in that battle, Doctor?"



"I was."



"I would be glad if you would tell us about it; that is, I mean, your

own personal experiences."



"Well," returned Dr. Jones, taking a look out of the window by which he

sat, "we are spinning along at a rattling gait toward Franz Joseph Land,

and I don't know that we can do any better than tell war stories to pass

away time.



"I believe I told you that I was fifteen years old when I enlisted. The

battle of Chickamauga occurred September 19, and 20, 1863, one year

after my enlistment, so that I was a lad of sixteen at the time of the

battle. You cannot presume that a boy would have seen much that would be

of historical value, where all was horrible roar of musketry, booming

of cannon, confusion, and blood-curdling yells of charging battalions.



"The morning of September 19, 1863, dawned upon us beautiful and bright.

I shall never forget that lovely morning. Throughout the rank and file

of our army there was a feeling that we were upon the eve of a great

battle; but we did not dream that the armies of Bragg and Longstreet had

combined, and we were opposing from fifty-five thousand to seventy-five

thousand men. But our confidence in our commander, General Rosecranz,

was so great that we would have fought them just the same if we had

known of the great odds against us.



"Heavy skirmishing began quite early in the morning along the picket

lines. This gradually swelled into the incessant roar of pitched battle.

At about nine o'clock we were ordered to the front at a double-quick. We

crossed a field, then into a wood where we met the fire of the enemy.

Being a musician I was counted a noncombatant, and my duties during

battle consisted in helping the wounded back to hastily extemporized

hospitals.



"So on we charged into the woods, already densely filled with smoke.

Then the bullets flew swiftly about us, and men began falling along the

line. I set to work helping the wounded to the rear. I had just been to

the hospital with a poor fellow from my company, and hastened back to

where I had last seen the regiment. They had made a flank movement to

the left, but I, supposing that they had advanced and were driving the

enemy like chaff before them, traveled straight on through the woods,

and out into an open field. What a sight was there! Dead and wounded

Confederates lay thickly strewn in every direction. I was really in what

had just been the Confederate lines, and was in imminent peril of being

shot or captured.



"Several of the wounded spoke to me, 'O Yank! for God's sake, give me a

drink of water,' I felt alarmed at my position, but I could not resist

the appeals of these poor fellows. So I gave water to many from the

canteens that I found scattered about the field. I spread blankets for

others who asked me; dragged some of them into the shade, for the sun

was very hot. And so I spent a considerable time among them, doing such

little offices as I could. For these services they were very grateful,

some of them calling down the blessings of heaven upon my head. I have

always been glad that I incurred this risk of life and liberty for these

dying men. But at last I felt that I dared not stop longer, and started

to retrace my steps to the woods, when I heard a terrible wailing and

moaning a few yards to my right. I rushed to the spot and saw a poor

Confederate boy, about my own age, at the foot of a great poplar tree,

in the midst of a brush heap, trying to spread his blanket. I did not at

first see what the cause of his terrible outcry was. 'What is the

matter, Johnnie?' I asked. He lifted his face to me, and I shall never

forget the awful sight! A bullet had shot away the anterior part of each

eye and the bridge of the nose, and in this sightless condition he was

trying in the midst of the brush heap to spread his blanket and lie down

to die! As he moved about upon his hands and knees the ends of the dry

twigs, stiff and merciless as so many wires, would jag his bleeding and

sightless eyeballs. I could not leave him in this condition, and so

helped him from the brush heap to a smooth, shady place, spread his

blanket for him, put a canteen of water by him, and then ran for the

Union lines, not a moment too soon.



"All day the battle raged with terrible fury until long after the shades

of night had fallen. Indeed, the heaviest musketry I ever heard occurred

some time after pitch darkness had completely enveloped us. My supper

that night was a very plain one. A piece of corn bread, or hoe cake,

that I had abstracted from the haversack of a dead Southerner, and a

canteen of cold water constituted that simple meal. I really felt a

sense of gratitude toward the poor Confederate, who had undoubtedly

baked the corn bread that morning, little thinking that it was destined

to be eaten by a miserable Yankee drummer boy. But such is the fate of

war.



"It had been very hot during the day, but the night was bitterly cold.

There was a heavy frost that night, and under a thick blanket upon the

bare ground, I slept by fitful snatches. Let me tell you, friends, that

the most terrible place upon earth is a battlefield at night. The groans

of the wounded men and horses are awful beyond anything I ever heard.

All night I could hear their heartrending cries, but in the pitch

darkness could do nothing to help them. How many times I thought of my

far away northern home during that awful night. Should I live through

the morrow? for the battle would certainly be resumed with the return of

daylight. Should I ever see mother, brothers and sisters, home and

friends again?"



Here the Doctor sang softly and slowly part of the pathetic old war

song:



"Comrades brave around me lying,

Filled with thoughts of home and God;

For well they know that on the morrow

Some must sleep beneath the sod."



The little party were deeply impressed, for the Doctor was a good story

teller, and was himself much affected at this point.



"The much longed for, yet dreaded, daylight dawned at last. It was

Sunday morning. For some reason hostilities were not immediately

resumed. The sun rose in beauty and splendor, warming our chilled bones

and blood in a way that was exceedingly grateful to us. For a little

time all was so quiet and still that it only lacked the sweet tones of

church bells, calling us to the house of God, to have made us forget

that we were enemies, and have induced us to rest from our fearful,

uncanny works for this holy Sabbath at least. But no! soon the battle

was on again with greater vigor, if possible, than ever. Before noon our

flanks were completely routed; and, but for that magnificent man, the

peer of any soldier of any nation or age, General George H. Thomas, it

is doubtful whether I should be here now, telling my little story. While

Rosecranz, whipped and beaten, fled to Chattanooga and telegraphed to

Washington that everything was lost, and the Cumberland army a thing of

the past, General Thomas, with a few thousand men, checked and held at

bay this great Southern army, flushed with victory though it was. How

the mighty host rolled and surged against this single army corps, but

could not break nor beat them back. While Crittenden's and McCook's

corps were completely routed and disorganized, Thomas with his 14th

corps thus stood the brunt of battle, and saved the Army of the

Cumberland from total annihilation. Well may we call him the Rock of

Chickamauga!



"My father was quartermaster-sergeant of the regiment and I saw him for

the first time during the battle on Sunday morning. We were trudging

along with the rout--for it could not be called army that Sunday

afternoon--toward Chattanooga. We knew that we had sustained defeat, but

we did not realize how desperate the situation was. A brigadier-general

was passing us, when a private rushed up to him and asked, 'O General!

where is the 87th Indiana?"--I think that was the regiment he mentioned.

'There is no 87th Indiana. All is lost! Get to Chattanooga!' he

shouted, and galloped toward the city, unattended by any of his staff.



"'Did you hear that, John?' asked my father.



"'I did,' I replied.



"'Well, if you expect to ever see your mother again, you must do some

good traveling now.'



"As we had an intense desire to see her again we started down the road

at a good pace. We distinctly heard the Confederate cavalrymen crying,

'Stop, you blankety blanked Yankees!' But we felt that our business in

Chattanooga, demanded immediate attention, and we had no time to spare

them.



"Passing a certain place, I saw General Thomas standing upon the brow of

Snodgrass Hill, or Horseshoe Ridge, field glass in hand, intently

watching the movements of the troops. I distinctly remember his

full-bearded, leonine face, and little did we know that the fate of the

Cumberland Army, or possibly of the Nation, rested upon that single man

that terrible Sunday afternoon. What a mighty responsibility! But there

he stood, a tower of strength, the Rock of Chickamauga indeed! With but

a single line he repelled charge after charge of Longstreet's

consolidated ranks.



"And so we fought the most sanguinary battle of modern times, yet

utterly bootless so far as immediate results were concerned. One hundred

and thirty thousand men were engaged with a loss of nearly fifty

thousand, or a little less than forty per cent. This battle should never

have been fought. Rosecranz here lost his military prestige that he had

so splendidly won at Stone's River. Thomas alone achieved on this field

immortal glory, and was the one great hero of the occasion. The

Confederates claimed it as a victory, but they should daily thereafter

have asked a kind Providence to keep them from any more such victories.



"The next day Thomas followed us into Chattanooga, and Bragg and

Longstreet perched with their armies upon Lookout Mountain and

Missionary Ridge. From these elevations they watched us with Argus eyes.

Our supplies were completely cut off and we were soon reduced to the

point of star--But here, you fellows are getting tired, and so am I. I

will tell you about the siege of Chattanooga and battle of Missionary

Ridge some other time."



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