The following notes of my own case have been declined on various pretests by every medical journal to which I have offered them.There was, perhaps, some reason in this, because many of the medical facts which they record are not altogether new, and because the psychical deductions to which they have led me are not in themselves of medical interest.I ought to add that a great deal of what is here related is not of any scientific value whatsoever; but as one or two people on whose judgment I rely have advised me to print my narrative with all the personal details, rather than in the dry shape in which, as a psychological statement, I shall publish it elsewhere, I have yielded to their views.Isuspect, however, that the very character of my record will, in the eyes of some of my readers, tend to lessen the value of the metaphysical discoveries which it sets forth.
I am the son of a physician, still in large practice, in the village of Abington, Scofield County, Indiana.Expecting to act as his future partner, I studied medicine in his office, and in 1859 and 1860 attended lectures at the Jefferson Medical College in Philadelphia.
My second course should have been in the following year, but the outbreak of the Rebellion so crippled my father's means that I was forced to abandon my intention.The demand for army surgeons at this time became very great; and although not a graduate, I found no difficulty in getting the place of assistant surgeon to the Tenth Indiana Volunteers.In the subsequent Western campaigns this organization suffered so severely that before the term of its service was over it was merged in the Twenty-first Indiana Volunteers; and I, as an extra surgeon, ranked by the medical officers of the latter regiment, was transferred to the Fifteenth Indiana Cavalry.Like many physicians, Ihad contracted a strong taste for army life, and, disliking cavalry service, sought and obtained the position of first lieutenant in the Seventy-ninth Indiana Volunteers, an infantry regiment of excellent character.
On the day after I assumed command of my company, which had no captain, we were sent to garrison a part of a line of block-houses stretching along the Cumberland River below Nashville, then occupied by a portion of the command of General Rosecrans.
The life we led while on this duty was tedious and at the same time dangerous in the extreme.Food was scarce and bad, the water horrible, and we had no cavalry to forage for us.If, as infantry, we attempted to levy supplies upon the scattered farms around us, the population seemed suddenly to double, and in the shape of guerrillas ``potted'' us industriously from behind distant trees, rocks, or fences.Under these various and unpleasant influences, combined with a fair infusion of malaria, our men rapidly lost health and spirits.Unfortunately, no proper medical supplies had been forwarded with our small force (two companies), and, as the fall advanced, the want of quinine and stimulants became a serious annoyance.Moreover, our rations were running low; we had been three weeks without a new supply; and our commanding officer, Major Henry L.Terrill, began to be uneasy as to the safety of his men.About this time it was supposed that a train with rations would be due from the post twenty miles to the north of us; yet it was quite possible that it would bring us food, but no medicines, which were what we most needed.The command was too small to detach any part of it, and the major therefore resolved to send an officer alone to the post above us, where the rest of the Seventy-ninth lay, and whence they could easily forward quinine and stimulants by the train, if it had not left, or, if it had, by a small cavalry escort.
It so happened, to my cost, as it turned out, that I was the only officer fit to make the journey, and I was accordingly ordered to proceed to Blockhouse No.3 and make the required arrangements.I started alone just after dusk the next night, and during the darkness succeeded in getting within three miles of my destination.At this time I found that I had lost my way, and, although aware of the danger of my act, was forced to turn aside and ask at a log cabin for directions.The house contained a dried-up old woman and four white-headed, half-naked children.The woman was either stone-deaf or pretended to be so; but, at all events, she gave me no satisfaction, and I remounted and rode away.On coming to the end of a lane, into which I had turned to seek the cabin, I found to my surprise that the bars had been put up during my brief parley.
They were too high to leap, and I therefore dismounted to pull them down.As I touched the top rail, I heard a rifle, and at the same instant felt a blow on both arms, which fell helpless.I staggered to my horse and tried to mount; but, as I could use neither arm, the effort was vain, and I therefore stood still, awaiting my fate.I am only conscious that I saw about me several graybacks, for I must have fallen fainting almost immediately.
When I awoke I was lying in the cabin near by, upon a pile of rubbish.Ten or twelve guerrillas were gathered about the fire, apparently drawing lots for my watch, boots, hat, etc.I now made an effort to find out how far I was hurt.I discovered that Icould use the left forearm and hand pretty well, and with this hand I felt the right limb all over until I touched the wound.The ball had passed from left to right through the left biceps, and directly through the right arm just below the shoulder, emerging behind.
The right arm and forearm were cold and perfectly insensible.I pinched them as well as I could, to test the amount of sensation remaining; but the hand might as well have been that of a dead man.I began to understand that the nerves had been wounded, and that the part was utterly powerless.By this time my friends had pretty well divided the spoils, and, rising together, went out.The old woman then came to me, and said:
