Two long rows of prostrate forms--more than forty, in all--and every face and head a shapeless wad of loose raw cotton.

It was a gruesome spectacle.

I watched there six days and nights, and a very melancholy experience it was.

There was one daily incident which was peculiarly depressing: this was the removal of the doomed to a chamber apart.

It was done in order that the MORALE of the other patients might not be injuriously affected by seeing one of their number in the death-agony.
The fated one was always carried out with as little stir as possible, and the stretcher was always hidden from sight by a wall of assistants; but no matter: everybody knew what that cluster of bent forms, with its muffled step and its slow movement meant; and all eyes watched it wistfully, and a shudder went abreast of it like a wave.
I saw many poor fellows removed to the 'death-room,' and saw them no more afterward.