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English soldiers lying in mushy, murky, filth wearing. Rats climb over and round the men, and vermin of all. This is the Barrack Hospital in Scutari. Turkish troops, now last stop. English sick and wounded soldiers fortunate or unfortunate. Crimean. War Battle Ground. Among the prostrate forms we can see movement as Turkish workers. Men in shredded. uniforms empty bedpans into buckets and pour the human waste into. Here and there someone. Occasionally. we see a woman in rags, sometimes with an infant in her arms. Throughout it all. Of a sudden, through the giant doorway leading out to a muddy. Most of them are wearing. Scutari Hospital. A small number. All are carrying a carpet bag and umbrella. The women are led by a small group of not so important English. Military men. Amongst the men is a tall, thin woman, dressed. Her head is. covered with a white scarf. She has reddish brown hair and gray. While the rest of the. As the military guides lead the disbelieving group through the. Hell of misery and filth, Miss Florence Nightingale seems. England. as she takes in the surroundings. She seems to beam with an inner. Their guide speaks. Welcome to the Barrack Hospital of Her Majestys. Forces in The Crimean War. This is one of two hospitals. Scutari. Across the Bosphorus is. Istanbul. We shall now show you to your. We apologize for their condition and smallness but it. We did not expect. As the group moves along toward their quarters one of the nurses. Florence,Miss Nightingale this is so terrible, I hope we can begin. Florence smiles and with a stern look at the woman says. The strongest shall be needed at wash tubs with soap. The group stops bedside four vacant rooms, bare except for an. These will be your quarters. Welcome to Scutari, ladies. Meanwhile down the corridor the aides to the surgeon grab the. The doctor wipes the gore off his surgical saw, onto his. Send The Bird and her bitches back to their nurseries. England so we may get on with our work. Women in war, disgusting. He looks down at the form held out in front of him and cautions. Hold still my good fellow. This will hurt. As he begins to saw upon the mans arm we hear a blood curdling. Barrack Hospital, down the dirt road, to the British Cemetery. Bosphorus, across. Istanbul. 2. It is a lovely English summer day. All around the Nightingales. Lea Hurst in the small village of Lea. Flowers, trees, and shrubs are in full bloom. We can hear the. bubbling and gurgling of the River Derwent in the background. In the front driveway outside the main entrance a middle aged. Victorian finery. English princess Victoria is years away from becoming. Florence Nightingale is years away from. Florence has in fact already received her first of four. God. Although her first call. Parthenope. Now, Miss Florence the girls nanny Mrs. Gale fussed, Please do not mess your frock again. Frances will be so upset with me. Here are. some things she has prepared for you to drop off at poor sick. Agnes hut for her and her children. And there is a nice. Roger the shepherd with some scraps for his. Cap. Now dont forget to leave these flowers at the. And do please try to not be late. Just then a very tall man in an Edwardian suit with a top hat. Tying his horse at the hitch. It was her father, William Edward Nightingale, who had. Nightingale. fortune, a lead smelter he inherited from his great uncle. Mad Peter Nightingale. The smelter was a source. Nightingales and the neighboring. The smelter was just a short ride or. Nightingale home. W. E. N., as. the family called Mr. Nightingale, left a smudge of dirt. Mrs. Gale quickly wiped. And is my little heroine off to heal the sick and tend. Oh, yes father. And I shall meet with Vicar Thomas. Excellent said the man. The clergyman was on old friend of W. E. N. and her father. In a paddock near the house was an old gray pony named Peggy. Florence since she was too old. One of the many. household servants brought the old horse, all saddled and ready. Peggy nuzzled. up to Florence and immediately stuck her face into a special. Finding to the girls and the ponys delight. She munched happily. Suddenly bursting from out the front door came another young girl. Victorian finery. It was Florences sister. Florence. But while she was good looking. Florence especially. Parthenope seem plain in comparison. Although. neither girl had the gorgeous good looks of the mother, Frances. Fanny,nee Smith, Nightingale. Oh, Floshe cried, please dont. Cousins Hillary, Marianne. Henry will soon be here and we are planning a huge. Pop, sweet Pop, I shant be long. You. know how I love to ride and Vicar Thomas is waiting and. Agnes. Please. give them all my love and tell them I will soon be back. Ill. see them all at dinner. Florence was now mounted and Mrs. A Feast For Crows Epub on this page. Gale strapped. the provisions and gifts to the back of the saddle and off she. A short ways away from the house she met up with Vicar Thomas. Hello, Miss Florence. My you look lovely today. What a wonderful bonnet. And how is old Peggy feeling. Well, she is old and slow and her rheumatism bothers. Jolly good, jolly good, the old man said. At that moment they were interrupted by the sight and sound of. Roger the shepherd with his long staff huffing and. What shall I do What shall I do, the shepherd. Then suddenly noticing. How do Vicar Thomas and Miss Florence the man. Why, whatever is the problem Roger the Vicar. And where is your good dog CapThat dog should be tending. Yes sir, thats it sir. You see how shall I ever get. My good faithful Cap. Some of the village. Ive left him home in me hut and he cant. Ill never find another dog like my own Cap. Ive had him since a pup sir. I guess Ill have. I get home just to put him out of his. Oh, my. Oh, my. Excuse me please the old man. Then wiping the tears form his eyes he went off after. Can this be Florence asks the clergyman. Will Cap have to be killed We shall see. Come now, we shall see, said. Together they rode off to the shepherds cottage, dismounted and. Growing accustomed to the dark they looked around. It was more of a hovel than anything else. Dirt floor and walls. A plain wooden table, cup and bowl, with. Clashing violently with the. Miss Nightingale and the house. They hear a whimper and whine from under the table and both kneel. Cap looking very. He tries to get up and greet. The girl watches as the vicar gently picks the dog up and out. It is not broken, only badly bruised. With proper treatment. Oh, wonderful, says the girl. And she kneels. beside the dog and gently pets its head and it licks her hand. Getting blood and dirt on her clean clothes she asks the vicar.