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SPORT AND WAR. 
CHAP. XVTl. 
Dr. Fraser, one of the finest officers in the service, 
who was the second medical officer, soon arrived on the 
spot; but the excitement and anguish of mind had been 
too much for him, and as he kneeled down to examine 
my wounds he fainted—grand, fine fellow! It was not 
from the sight of my wounds that he did this, but from 
the knowledge that he had to leave the dead and dying 
in the pass to the merciless tortures and mutilations of 
the savage enemy. I always carried a flask of cold tea 
with me in the field, which I managed to take off, and 
offered it to Fraser. The cool beverage soon recovered 
him, and his first exclamation was, 4 Oh, my God ! I was 
obliged to leave Stewart.’ Now, I must here record to 
the honour of Dr. Fraser that he is one of the most 
conscientious and bravest men in the service, and in the 
hurry-scurry of the attack in the bush he would not 
leave his horse with the medical panniers; and he 
was lugging this brute along in the rear when a ball 
killed the horse and he fell. Fraser had then to hurry 
on, and it was while passing the dead and dying that 
were being mutilated by the enemy that the Doctor 
heard a voice exclaim, ‘For God’s sake, Fraser, don’t 
leave me.’ Had he hesitated for one moment his throat 
also would have been cut, and he was obliged to pass 
on in order to overtake the rear of the column. In his 
imagination he thought it was Dr. Stewart who had 
appealed to him, and this made the agony of the 
