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APPENDIX, N° I. 
In hot fevers, cat nothing, even for twelve days 1 2 3 
— and drink your soldiers’ quass' 1 — that’s a sol- 
dier’s physic. In intermittent fevers, neither 
eat nor drink. It’s only a punishment for 
neglect, if health ensues. In hospitals, the 
first day the bed seems soft — the second, comes 
French soup — and the third, the brother is laid 
in his coffin, and they draw him away ! One 
dies, and ten companions round him inhale his 
expiring breath. In camp, the sick and feeble 
are kept in huts, and not in villages ; there the 
air is purer. Even without an hospital, you 
must not stint your money for medicine, if it 
can be bought; nor even for other necessaries. 
But all this is frivolous — we know how to pre- 
serve ourselves ! Where one dies in an hundred 
with others, we lose not one in five hundred, in 
the course of a month. For the healthy, drink, 
air, and food — for the sick, air, drink, and food. 
Brothers, the enemy trembles for you! But 
there is another enemy, greater than the hos- 
pital — the d-mn'd “ I don't know* /” From the 
(1) Here he endeavours to counteract a Russian prejudice, favourable 
to immoderate eating during fevers. 
(2) A sour beverage, made of fermented flour and water. 
(3) Suvoraf had so great an aversion to any person’s saying I don’t 
hnow, in answer to his questions, that he became "almost mad with 
passion. His officers and soldiers were so well aware of this singularity, 
that they would hazard any answer instantly, accurate or not, rather 
than venture to incur his displeasure by professing ignorance. 
