them in your charge.”
The Deacon’s first thought was for Si, and he bestirred himself to do what he thought his wife, who was renowned as a nurse, would do were she there.
He warmed some water, and tenderly as he could command his strong, stubby hands, washed Si’s face, hands and feet, and combed his hair. The overworked hospital attendants had had no time for this much-needed ministration. It was all that they could do to get the wounded under some sort of shelter, to dress their wounds, and prepare food. No well man could be spared from the trenches for hospital service, for the sadly-diminished Army of the Cumberland needed every man who could carry a musket to man 0571杭州夜网 the long lines to repel the constantly-threatened assaults.
The removal of the soil and grime of the march and battle had a remarkably vivifying effect upon Si. New life seemed to pulse 杭州油压按摩哪家好 through his veins and brightness return to his eyes.
“Makes me feel like a new man, Pap,” he said faintly. “Feels better than anything I ever knowed. Do the same to Shorty, Pap.”
“Come here, Shorty, you dirty little rascal,” said the Deacon, 杭州桑拿按摩网 assuming a severely maternal tone, at which Si laughed feebly but cheerily, “and let me wash your face and comb your hair.”
Shorty demurred a little at being treated like a boy, and protested that he could wash himself, if the Deacon would get him some warm water; but he saw that the conceit amused Si, and submitted to having the Deacon give him a scrubbing with a soapy rag, giving a yell from time to time, in imitation of an urchin undergoing an unwilling ablution. Si turned his head so as to witness the operation, and grinned throughout it.
“I think you’d both feel still better if you could have your hair cut,” said the Deacon, as he finished and 杭州最大洗浴休闲会所 looked from one to the other. “Your hair’s too long for sick people, and it makes you look sicker’n you really are. But I hain’t got no shears.”
“I know I’d feel better if I was sheared,” said Shorty. “Hain’t neither of us had our hair cut since we started on the Tullyhomy campaign, and I think I look like the Wild Man from Borneo. I think I know a feller that has a pair o’ shears that I kin borry.”
The shears were found and borrowed. Then ensued a discussion as to the style of the cut. The boys wanted their hair taken off close to their heads, ‘but the Deacon demurred to this for fear they would catch cold.
“No, Si,” he said; “I’m goin’ to cut your hair jest like your mother used to. She used to tie one of her garters from your forehead down across your ears, and cut off all the hair that stuck out. I hain’t any
garter, but I guess I kin find a string that’ll do jest as well.”
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The Deacon had his