"Anything you wish, Doctor."
"Put the palmetto buttons on your coat."
It was soon done. I was passive; he was doing the work.
"Now," he said, "one other thing. Take this pencil, and this book. Turn
to May 23d. I will dictate."
It was a small blank-book, a little soiled, with the pages divided into
sections, which were headed with dates for the year 1862.
"Turn to May 23d," he had said.
"I have it," said I.
"Read the date," said he.
"FRIDAY, May 23, 1862."
"Now write."