Here I rallied, and had already improved so far as to be able to walk about the wards, and even to bask a little upon the verandah, when I was struck down by enteric fever, that curse of our Indian possessions. Worn with pain, and weak from the prolonged hardships which I had undergone, I was removed, with a great train of wounded sufferers, to the base hospital at Peshawar.
I should have fallen into the hands of the murderous Ghazis had it not been for the devotion and courage shown by Murray, my orderly, who threw me across a pack-horse, and succeeded in bringing me safely to the British lines. There I was struck on the shoulder by a Jezail bullet, which shattered the bone and grazed the subclavian artery. I was removed from my brigade and attached to the Berkshires, with whom I served at the fatal battle of Maiwand. The campaign brought honours and promotion to many, but for me it had nothing but misfortune and disaster. I followed, however, with many other officers who were in the same situation as myself, and succeeded in reaching Candahar in safety, where I found my regiment, and at once entered upon my new duties. On landing at Bombay, I learned that my corps had advanced through the passes, and was already deep in the enemy's country. The regiment was stationed in India at the time, and before I could join it, the second Afghan war had broken out.
Having completed my studies there, I was duly attached to the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers as Assistant Surgeon. In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go through the course prescribed for surgeons in the army. Chapter VI - A Continuation of the Reminiscences of John Watson, M.D.Chapter III - John Ferrier Talks with the Prophet.Chapter VI - Tobias Gregson Shows What He Can Do.Chapter V - Our Advertisement Brings a Visitor.Chapter IV - What John Rance Had To Tell.Chapter III - The Lauriston Gardens Mystery.By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Table of Contents
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