him all night. At daybreak he set out for home on hofseback, as was the custom of doctors of the time and region. He had passed into the neighborhood of Stone's River battlefield when a man approached him from the roadside and saluted in the military fashion, with a movement of the right hand to the hatbrim. But the hat was not a military hat, the man was not in uniform and had not a martial bearing. The doctor nodded civilly, half thinking that the stranger's uncommon greeting was perhaps in deference to the historic surroundings. As the stranger evidently desired speech with him he courteously reined in his horse and waited.
"Sir," said the stranger, "although a civilian, you are perhaps an enemy."
"I am a physician," was the non-committal reply.
"Thank you," said the other. "I am a lieutenant, of the staff of General Hazen." He paused a moment and looked sharply at the person whom he was addressing, then added, "Of the Federal army."
The physician merely nodded.
"Kindly tell me," continued the other, "what has happened here. Where are the armies? Which has won the battle?"
The physician regarded his questioner
