The Secretary made peace yesterday between the general and
the colonel, or a duel might have transpired.
To-day the colonel
carried into the Secretary a number of applications for commissions as
surgeons. Among the applicants were some of the colonel's friends. He returned
soon after in a rage, slamming the door after him, and then throwing down the
papers violently on the floor. He picked them up the next moment, however, and
sitting down beside me, became instantaneously as gentle as a dove. He said the
men of science were thrust aside to give way to quacks; but, laughing, he
remarked that the quacks would do well enough for the wounded. Our men
would have too much sense to submit to their malpractice.
SOURCE: John Beauchamp Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's
Diary at the Confederate States Capital, Volume 1, p. 62
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