How his face brightened! “Where could you get it?” he asked eagerly.
“Make it. I have lemons and sugar, and there is a whole river full of water at hand.”
The poor man cried with joy; and others wept, too, as they drank the refreshing beverage, for, providentially, I had a heavy lot of lemons with me.
The patient began to mend at once, and by the time we reached Cairo was able to sit up.
Years afterwards I was on a Mississippi River steamer bound for St. Louis, when I noticed a lady and gentleman regarding me with some interest, and heard the gentleman say,—
“I am sure it is she.”
The lady came directly to me, with the question,—
“Did you come up the Mississippi River on the City of Memphis with the wounded after Sherman’s defeat?”
“Yes, I did.”
“It’s she! It’s she!” the lady exclaimed joyfully, much to the amusement of some of the passengers who had not heard the question.