"I was sure that you belong to a South Carolina regiment," he said.
"No, Doctor; I don't belong to any regiment, and I don't understand your talk about regiments. Why should there be regiments?"
"Do you see these men?" asked the doctor, pointing to the pallets; "they have been wounded in battle."
I looked at him closely. He seemed sober and sane, although his words were wild.
"We are at war," he continued. "Tell me," he added suddenly, "tell me what day of the month this is."
"The nineteenth," said I.
"How do you know?"
"Because I read yesterday the Augusta Constitutionalist of the eighteenth," said I.
"Now that's the kind of answer I like," said he; "your head is getting well. Eighteenth of what?"
"October; I think this is very warm weather for October," said I.