Excerpt from Harper's Weekly, Vol. 53: A Journal of Civilization; February 13, 1909 Major Rathbone had bravely fought the assassin. L-lis arm had been severely wounded and was bleeding. He came to me holding his wounded arm in the hand of the other, beseeching me to attend to his wound. L placed my hand under his chin, looking into his eyes; an almost instantaneous glance revealed the fact that he was in no immediate danger, and in re sponse to appeals from Mrs. Lincoln and Miss Harris, who were standing by the high-backed armchair ill which President Lincoln sat, I went immediately to their assistance, sayin I was a United States Army surgeon. I grasped A rs. Lincoln's outstretched hand in mine while she cried piteously to me: oh, Doctor, is be dead? Can he recover? Will you take charge of him? Do what you can for him. Oh, my dear husband! Etc. I soothingly answered that we would do all that possibly could be done. While approach ing the President. I asked a gentleman who was at the door of the box to procure some brandy and an other to get some water. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.