Daisy in the Field

Susan Warner
Daisy in the Field

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Title: Daisy in the Field
Author: Elizabeth Wetherell

Release Date: June 26, 2006 [eBook #18688]
Language: English
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Warner, Susan, 1819-1885, Daisy in the field, 1868, Ward Lock edition
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DAISY IN THE FIELD
BY ELIZABETH WETHERELL
Author of "The Wide, Wide World," "Queechy," etc., etc.
WARD, LOCK &CO., LIMITED LONDON AND MELBOURNE
Printed in Great Britain by Butler & Tanner Ltd., Frome and London

CONTENTS
CHAPTER I.
THE FIRST SMOKE OF THE BATTLEFIELD
CHAPTER II.
AT THE RENDEZVOUS
CHAPTER III.
IN REVIEW
CHAPTER IV.
ON FOOT
CHAPTER V.
ON HORSEBACK
CHAPTER VI.
IN THE FIRE

CHAPTER VII.
DETAILED FOR DUTY
CHAPTER VIII.
DAISY'S POST
CHAPTER IX.
SKIRMISHING
CHAPTER X.
WAITING
CHAPTER XI.
A VICTORY
CHAPTER XII.
AN ENGAGEMENT
CHAPTER XIII.
A TRUCE
CHAPTER XIV.
FLIGHT
CHAPTER XV.
OLD BATTLEFIELDS
CHAPTER XVI.

THE FORLORN HOPE
CHAPTER XVII.
OUT OF THE SMOKE
CHAPTER XVIII.
A MARKED BATTERY
CHAPTER XIX.
ONE FALLEN
CHAPTER XX.
THE WOUNDED
CHAPTER XXI.
THE HOSPITAL
CHAPTER XXII.
ORDERS
CHAPTER XXIII.
"HERE!"
"My half-day's work is done; And this is all my part - I give a patient
God My patient heart.
"And clasp his banner still, Though all the blue be dim. These stripes,
no less than stars, Lead after Him."
CHAPTER I.

THE FIRST SMOKE OF THE BATTLEFIELD.
While Miss Cardigan went with her nephew to the door, I remained
standing by the fire, which could have witnessed to so much done
around it that night. I felt strong, but I remember my cheeks had an odd
sensation as if the blood had left them. I did not know Miss Cardigan
had come back, till I saw her standing beside me and looking at me
anxiously.
"Will you go and lie down now, my lamb?"
"Oh, no!" I said. "Oh, no - I do not want to lie down. I have not done
my studying yet, that I came to do."
"Studying!" said Miss Cardigan.
"Yes. I want something out of some of your books. I have not done it. I
will sit down and do it now."
"You're much more fit to lie down and go to sleep," said she,
sorrowfully. "Let be the study, Daisy; and take some rest, while ye
can."
"I shall have plenty of time," I said. "I do not want any rest, more than I
shall get so."
Miss Cardigan sighed - I had heard more sighs from her that night than
in all my knowledge of her before; and I sat down on the floor again, to
pull out again the volumes I had put up, and begin my school work
anew. As I touched them, I felt how much had come into my hands,
and fallen out of my hands, since I took them up before, just a few
hours ago. It would not do to think of that. I resolutely put it back, and
set myself about getting out of the books the facts I wanted for my
work. Miss Cardigan left the room; and for a time I turned over leaves
vigorously. But the images of modern warfare began to mix themselves
inconveniently with the struggles of long ago. Visions of a grey
uniform came blending in dissolving views with the visions of
monarchs in their robes of state and soldiers in heavy armour; it meant

much, that grey uniform; and a sense of loss and want and desolation
by degrees crept over me, which had nothing to do with the ruin of
kingdoms. The books grew heavy; my hands trembled; yet still I tried
to make good work, and bade myself deal with the present and let the
past and the future alone. The "present" being represented by my
school day and my studies. Could I do it? The past and the future
rushed in at last, from opposite sides as it were, and my "present" was
overthrown. I dropped my books and myself too, as nearly as possible;
my heart gave way in a deep passion of tears.
Now I tried to reason myself out of this. What had I lost? I asked
myself. What were these tears for? What had I lost, that I had not been
without until only twelve hours before? Indeed rather, what had I not
gained? But my reasonings were of no use. Against them all, some
vision of Thorold's face, some sparkle of
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